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...

Sketch-holic

I cannot stop myself from sketching. I have hundreds of sketchbooks, notebooks, sheets of paper, etc. I draw on old train tickets, during boring lectures (not really surprising, huh?), instead of keeping a diary.

I already know what to take with me on a desert island-pencils and a lot of paper! Pencil is one of the best human inventions (and bikes, and cameras ) and the sound of graphite on a paper...symphony for my ears. It's a kind of magic- leaving a sign of pencil/marker/pen/whatever. It comes from inside you. Like whistling, dancing or singing.