From Anna Wypych website:
Heart story.
Teenage time, as probably for most of us, was difficult and dangerous for me due to the vastness of "non-thinking” that dominated me at that time. In addition, oversensitivity at every point and the first attempts to define who and what I am. The world I saw then was black and white and it hurt like your eyes hurt when, after a long stay in the dark, you are suddenly struck by a bright light.
At that time, I painted various "teenage” paintings, but there was one special one among them – a picture showing the heart organ, and its fate, how tragic. At some point, being a minor, I decided (following the example of my friends from art high school) to make my first individual exhibition. It took place in a club-gallery in Sopot and officially, due to my age, I did not have access to the above-mentioned place yet. However, they let me into my own opening as an exception, under the supervision of an adult. The paintings hung and my "heart” was among them. It was the first time I encountered criticism from strangers, but that’s nothing. When, after two weeks, I returned to pick up the paintings, unfortunately, it turned out that the painting of the heart had disappeared. I was looking for it and it turned out that it had fallen off the wall and had been abused on the ground for two weeks. The painting was tiny, and simply no one paid attention to it laying on the floor in the dark club. I took it home in a lamentable state. I couldn’t fix it, I was too devastated, but I wrapped it in paper and kept it as a souvenir/warning. I have it to this day.