In love with life

 I'm hopelessly in love...with life. Damn you life, I just can't stop loving you! Flowers, cups of coffee, movies, poems, big and small surprises, amazing stories, dragonflies, dreams, smell of mown grass, walks in falling snow, friends, running, mountains, sea, lakes, forests, dance, laugh, smile, tears, successes and failures, the deep sense of everything that happened in the past. 
  And tonight we'll start a New Year together, my dear Life. As always together, till the very end. I wish you to surprise me, to amaze me, to embrace me with all you are. Let's use the time given to us best as possible!

Tetris master

I became a Tetris master today. After few days at work as a help in packing shoping, I know perfectly how to lay things in bag to take as little space as possible ;) But pratice started looong time ago. Arranging, composing, fitting. Our human everyday routine. Arrange meetings with people we don't want to meet, compose our outfits to look perfectly, fit into social standards. What's left for us, then? Sleepless nights, crowds on sales, depressions, becouse we'll never fit perfectly into huge puzzle called life. There'll be always something in the wrong place and maybe that's the point?

Page from a notebook

If there'll be something left after me, for sure that will be my notebooks. Innumerable amounts of paper sheets and "something" on them. Signs of pencil, brush, marker, felt-tip pen, watercolor, ... Plus much more important things:my feelings, ideas, moods, inspirations, adventures, wishes, dreams.
I found a moving poem yesterday in "Tears for water. Songbook of poems & lyrics." by Alicia Keys. It made me think that what's the most personal in us, is at the same time the most universal for everyone in the world. I found myself in Keys' words:

"I'm a prisoner
Of words unsaid
Just lonely feelings
Locked away in my head
I trap myself further
Every time I stay quiet
I should start to speak
But I stop and stay silent
And now I've made
My own hard bed
Inside a prison of words unsaid
(...)
I'm a prisoner of the worst kind, in fact
A prisoner of compromise
A prisoner of compassion
A prisoner of kindness
A prisoner of expectation
A prisoner of my youth (...)"

What's unsaid in my life, flows out of me on paper.

Un grain de folie

Does a real artist need to be a junkie, drunk, gambler, womanizer, etc.? Not necessarily, but while studying great artists biographies, you can get the impression, that all of them were madmen. As far as I see myself (maybe I'm very wrong... ;)) I should have complexes, that I'm too normal...  Or maybe madness will come with age and amounts of paintings? No, wait...maybe paintings will come with amounts of stimulants? Or stimulants with madness? I got lost... So by now I'll stay in my own imaginary world-maybe it's frantic enough.

Things that taste the best

Things that happen for the first time. Imperfect, but perfect. Unprofesional, but honest. Passing faster than you can notice, but staying in memory forever.  Clumsy, but fresh.

Such a pity that we're losing subtlety in the way we see things. Meadow full of flowers is washed out of colours in comparison with supermarket shelves. We don't mind adverts everywhere on the streets, covering interesting antique architecture. Our houses are full of  plastic-fantastic trash, delivered straight from China. 

Heart of a stone

Stone has a heart. Deep inside, perfectly protected, it beats. Beautiful song about calm life under cold fresh water or high in the mountains. Hides long history inside, but is perfectly modest and secretive. No one requires honesty from a stone, it's unnoticed. Unnoticed witness of life.

Dresses are never enough

 No matter how diverse is your wardrobe-there's never enough dresses in. It's my latest discovery: DRESS. The best part of women's clothing. Mini, midi, maxi. Little black dress. All colours of the rainbow. Different styles-hippie, casual, formal, summer, winter, sexy, mommy, loose, tight, long sleeve, no sleeve, etc.
 Sometimes I wish I could live in XIXth century-no trousers, only dresses. Or, more likely, in '20 of the XXth.
P.S. Do you know why this subject? I just found perfect dress for my exhibition opening last week ;)

Cold days have come!

 Time to dig in wardrobes and find all possible warmers: gloves, scarfs, caps, hats, wool socks, etc. Dog days are over, rainy days are over, now it's freezing time! Ok, ok...Let's not be so pessimistic. Let's borrow brilliant book, make a cup of hot chocolate, take a warm blanket and enjoy nice evening.  Or, instead, dust our skiis, ice skates and sledges and enjoy winter madness.
  I didn't miss the view of people rushing in dark coats and jackets, desperately looking for Christmas gifts. They're like giant ravens hunting for things that might help them to survive, focused on absurd matters, forgotting how life should look like.

Birds

So it happened-I'll have my first individual exhibition in December! I feel so excited!

Leitmotif of graphics and drawings shown is "Birds". Birds flying, sitting, catching flies, listening to the music,... Birds made of lines and blots, birds that flew out of my head straight on a paper and stayed there (for ever?). The only one more fascinating and beautiful flying objects than birds are dragonflies, but those are completely different story... I like to collect interesting feathers, i love the metalic shine of magpies, I envy nightingale his voice, I always smile at sparrows... They are the most likeable birds. And peacocks, humming-birds, kingfishers... Owls, great highly-educated owls ;)

When I grow up...I want to be an artist!

What makes you an artist? Graduating art school? Few exhibitions? Artistic theories? That undescribed "something"? Talent, hard work, both? Inner call? How many people graduate Academies of Fine Arts and have noting to do with art later? How many people have real talent without studying how to paint or sculpture? So many questions, so little time...

This is one of my father's gold advices: "Less chatter, more action". When you hear it thousand times, it becomes your thought subconsciously, but when you hear it sung by Elvis ("A little less convesation, a little more action please!")it becomes your life motto! ;)) So pencils, brushes, markers, chisels in hands! Let's conquer the artistic world!

Who's afraid of a pink colour?

Me? No longer :) Pink turned out to be a colour like any other-red, blue, green, yellow, etc. Negative associations with Barbie, immaturity and  kitsch are just a barrier created in my head.

This time i attached photographs.  Basal inspiration were naked trees bathed in the sun, seen through something-dirty glass or curtain. Then the colour. I was neglecting pink, but it returned as strong inspiration. Lesson is: never say never!

Light Line

 What is more important-precision whether expression? Both come with time, with practice. "Practice makes perfect". I've been always curious of how artists' sketchbooks look like. Sketchbook is such an intimate space...where you don't feel pressure to create a masterpiece, where you can let your mind and hand go free, without inhibitions. However we're amazed with sculptures, paintings, haute couture, design- everything starts in artist's head, then is transferred to the paper. I'll even risk a thesis that the whole art world is based on sketch, drawing. There's no art without paper and pencil.

10% of talent, 90% of work

Have you seen early Picasso works? Some people think that he didn't put much effort in his paintings, that it was easier for him to paint like that and that their children can do the same. Well... Maybe i won't even comment this kind of attitude.
Some think that dot is a dot and everyone can make it easily, but it's not truth. At least not for everyone, becouse sometimes to make a dot, the dot, it's very complicated and it requires years of practice in making dots. Sounds funny? Believe me, i'm completely serious now.

The more you know about something, makes you feel that you actually know nothing. "I know that I know nothing"-Socrates was a smart guy, he knew my point exactly ;)

Need for Orange Colour

Last year i had need for blue. I wanted to wrap myself up with blue clothes, write with blue ink, take blue photos, listen to blue music. And now my inner season changed from blue to orange. If blue was internal need for calm, what is orange then? Adventure? Courage? Serenity? And how long this need will last? Will i have enough time to change my wardrobe into brighter colours? ;)

Blue bird

 I never had a dream in which i was flying, but sometimes when i watch the clouds in the sky, i imagine myself sitting on them like in very comfortable armchair. Unfortunately this dream can never come true... I was amazed when i first time noticed clouds are three-dimensional. I was looking out the window while car riding and then i saw that one cloud is lower than the other! Eureka! It was like discovery of America. Sometimes the spectacle of clouds and sun is breathtaking. I wish i had a super-extra-cool camera installed in my eyes, so i could shoot photos of what i exactly see-the most beautiful or interesting photo-situations are taking place when i don't have my camera with me!

Good time for dreaming

Yes, i'll go and read that book i need to read, i'll do the projects i need to do, but a little later... Now is the time to dream, to imagine, to let my thoughts free as birds. Birds, beards, bears. Beers, bees, tears. Shears, cheers, wheels. Meals, deals... I had a dream last night, i was taking photos of beautiful forest's landscape. 


I'm too absentminded recently! Is it autumn melancholy, low air pressure or is it just my laziness? ;) Time to move, to do something, to make progress, but i'd like to fly to warm countries instead.

Chromotherapy

I'd like to postulate: "More colours on Polish sidewalks! More avantgarde!". That'll give more energy to the people, more courage... Or maybe it's just my idealistic imagination?
I'd love women wear dresses and skirts more often, i'd like to reach a point in my life when wearing trousers is so rare,that friends are asking :"What? You in trousers?". So becouse of this dream my shopping list is getting longer: tights and cool shoes. And knitted dress. And no food till the next month ;D

Rainy afternoon

Autumn arrived with all her values. Leaves has already fallen, yellows, reds and my favourite oranges transformed into browns and greys. No more cloudless sky-grey curtain hided sun and everyone already is longing for Her Solaritness Spring. It could be worst, i could grown up in England and have less than my 160 sunny days a year ;) However, i like when something is falling from sky-rain, snow, leaves, tree's petals...