Sleeping Beauties

The best model is the sleeping model! ;)

Face mosaic

 Our everyday routine- face mosaics in buses, shops, schools, corridors, houses, streets. Most of them foreign. Most of them expressing indifference. Most of them forgotten faster than noticed.

Waiting for the cake

 How to bake a  cake in the dorm's kitchen? You have to mix endless amounts of patience, pinch of luck and ingredients from the recipe. Don't add expectation, that it will be ready in 40 minutes, as it says in the recipe! Mine is baking already 40+25+30+15 = 110 minutes :/
  Another recipe: How not to write your thesis? It's very simple, just mix sweeping the floor, baking a cake, sitting on fb, answering mails, washing dishes, preparing and eating dinner...and other time-eaters that you can possibly imagine ;)

Man locked in his signature

 Quite long way from learning the alphabet, then how to write, through "perfectly" shaped letters in primary school, till now, till my handwriting, my own signature. How many signatures did I leave on a paper during my life? Innumerable... It's so easy to leave a trace of your existence, but it's also so easy to leave it unnoticed.  What is the quality of traces we leave? Is it a plastic bag blowing in the wind? A good memory in someone's head? Marble monument? Idea implanted in few heads? Grass trampled for a while? 
 Is it better not to leave anything, than to add another rubbish to this huge wasteland called Earth? Pass unnoticed than to make a noise?

Crime weapon

 No matter how talented you are or how much you love art and creating. Sooner or later you'll commit a crime, something will go wrong, you'll profane the whiteness of paper, your tools will become crime weapon...
 It's inevitable, it's necessary. In creating process you can't lose humility before something bigger, something amazing that pushes you to create.

The word on Sunday

Drawing was made in winter, but nothing changed now, when it's spring. Looks like favourite colours of Poles are black, brown and grey. If someone would like to define people from Poland based on our appearence, he must conclude that we're sullen and uninteresting... Dear nationals...more colours on our streets, please!

Drawing vs Painting

                                       "If you love something let it go. If it comes back to you, it's yours. If it doesn't, it never was."

Respect for painters! After last night marathon (I stayed till 5 am) I'm sure that I definetely prefer drawing and that if I want to paint, there is still lot of work to do. Painting ain't as easy as you might think! To tame paint and brush, to persuade them to reflect your vision is certainly not easy!  Years of practice, I guess... Some of my friends say painting is very relaxing, they like to do it in their free time. Freaks... ;) There's nothing better than pencil creaking on a paper, free line that determines the shape and simplicity in it.

No sleep tonight!

 No sleep tonight, just paint, brush, merry company (I hope!) and creative ferment! People from younger years had more passion and ideas than us, almost-graduates. They are the organizers of the event. I don't remember when I last painted... It's about time to recall it!

Everyday choices

 Sometimes I like the moment in the morning, when I open my wardrobe and wonder what I'll wear this day. (Not today, today I was semi-conscious, sleepy and almost late...) Did I fall into commercial ambush and feel happy just becouse I can chose which dress to wear or which magazine I want to read? Hmm... Is real freedom possible nowadays, when we're so absorbed in social ties? I don't meditate on this topic everyday in front of my wardrobe, but since I had to prepare paper about postmodernism, I'm finding traces of it everywhere around me. It's undeniable-we live in times of relativity and diversity. What's really mine-which opinion, idea, dream-in this copy-paste world?

Stencil

 Stencil is such a dangerous thing! Does anyone invented crane helping in getting out of fixation? How to distinguish exploration from fixation?

Drastic cut

 There's a fear, when you're about to cut, to make decision, to change. There's always something to lose. You might lose good project, good reputation, time, money, it might turn out as a mistake. But it might also change your life, express you in a new way; it might be a discover you were waiting for. It's so simple: you'll try, or wonder till the end of your life "What if I tried then?". 

All or nothing?

Again about Kuspit's "The End of Art". Yesterday I read the last chapter of it and found out, that the author is not that pessimistic- he sees a ray of hope in New Old Masters- new painters as good at painting as old ones, so also called masters. Hurrah! World is saved!

Today's evening. I was coming back from animation show (few of them really intresting, one or two extremally inspiring), it was getting dark. I noticed bushes decorated with raindrops. Water reflected the light of streetlights, I wish I could have had my camera with me. Then I remembered a girl on a show- she took few photos in the beginning, then left. I thought...I don't need to take photos of everything. I don't need to like everything. I don't want to know everyone and everything. I want to take photos of something that delights me, I want to know things that fascinates me. It's not about all or nothing, it's about something yours.

The End of Art

 I'm reading Donald Kuspit's "The End of Art". This is why I like school/studies-they force you to read books that you wouldn't even look at in the library. And sometimes they turn out to be really interesting! The author predicts the end of postmodern art and of the art in general. So sad... But is it possible? One of his arguments: "It seems that nowadays money are more important for art than spirituality". Or: "Art became another kind of entertainment for the masses." "None of postartists is ready to sacrifice himself for art or life." "Art lost its idealism and empathy."

Condition of art seems to reflect the condition of humanity. Trends in art are changing faster than fashion, Kuspit says. We all participate in a crazy race called life, very few of us  try to slow down,  to stop and look around. Do we really need to know that much? Have that much? Want that much? Dream that much? Do that much?