Most of the houses at ul. Jagiellońska is on the right, west side. Among them there are several examples of the Zakopane style, np. Stefa no 5 and Konstantynówka no 7, visited by Piłsudski, Żeromski and Witkacy. Some distance from the street, behind the villa at no. 7 there is quite a large building of the Warszawianka hotel, in which the Tatry tourist office is located.
A little further, a small road to the Gallery and Władysław Hasior's studio turns right – sculptor, painter, philosopher, set designer, the poet, criticism, moralist and aesthetics in one person.
The gallery is open from Wed.. do sb. in hours. 11.00-18.00 i w nd. in hours. 9.00-15.00. On the last Wednesday of the month, admission is free.
The interior of the gallery is as cool as a chapel, multi-storey like the deck of a ship and high like the walls of a palm house. Being here is accompanied by disturbing music, similar to Gregorian chants and church chants. The faces of the Madonnas look down from above, monsters, Hasior's children and friends, blended into the swirls of fabrics and canvases. There are collages on the walls, there are sculptures and structures on the floor.
The most familiar composition seems to be Black Landscape – black deep doll trolley filled with earth, in which there are three crosses and a lighted candle. This work was used on a poster with an anti-abortion message. Many works metaphorically emphasize and condemn human stupidity, violence, cruelty.
Władysław Hasior was born in 1928 r. Initially, he studied with Kenar, then he graduated from the 5th Academy of Fine Arts in Warsaw with prof. Grandson, From 1957 r. lives in Zakopane. He is a great artistic personality, but also a controversial man, sometimes made out of the pulpit. His art, difficult to classify, has been compared to world pop art. Hasior's works are strange, disturbing, specifically beautiful: kind of pictures, like sculptures, like banners: made of everyday objects, broken or incomplete mechanisms, rags, combined with paintings or sculptures. They are several meters in size, sometimes shoe boxes. They are magical and symbolic, poignant, sad, terrible, tragic, provocative. They evoke emotions. Virtually every viewer of Hasior's play has to find the message on their own. Hasior is also the creator of monuments and the author of numerous scenery, happenings, literary works.
There are car parks and petrol stations on the other side of Jagiellońska Street. On one of them you can get gas for cylinders and cars.
More or less at the height of the Hasior gallery, on the opposite side of the street, there is a rather inconspicuous sign, who informs, that there is a regional restaurant called Chata Zbójnicka nearby (open at. 17.00-24.00). You have to follow the designated path to the slope, where the wooden stairs begin. The restaurant is quite quaint, for it is severe, like highland customs, imposed by the hosts. Women are considered accessories to men, and men have their ties cut off, if, of course, they came in them. But when I bravely go through the stages of the welcome ritual – questioning, what have you come for, passing men first (chopy piersze), sitting in a designated place on the bench and listening to the metal hood over the fireplace from time to time be pounded, having a dinner in this place can be an interesting experience – by the blazing fire, under the bunches of cut ties hanging from the ceiling, with swollen ears.