“The Mathematician” is an unscripted look into the life of my forty-eight-year-old cousin, Slawek Kosmala. Slawek, a Polish émigré, is developmentally delayed and has lived with schizophrenia for over twenty years. Slawek now lives my childhood home and even occupies what once was my bedroom. I consider him a close friend and artistic collaborator. We travel together to our families’ farm in Poland sharing memories, working the fields and eating homecooked meals. Slawek is not in denial of his illness; instead it is his inability to reflect upon himself objectively that has created a barrier between fact and fiction.
“The Mathematician” is an unscripted look into the life of my forty-eight-year-old cousin, Slawek Kosmala. Slawek, a Polish émigré, is developmentally delayed and has lived with schizophrenia for over twenty years. Slawek now lives my childhood home and even occupies what once was my bedroom. I consider him a close friend and artistic collaborator. We travel together to our families’ farm in Poland sharing memories, working the fields and eating homecooked meals. Slawek is not in denial of his illness; instead it is his inability to reflect upon himself objectively that has created a barrier between fact and fiction.