Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Hey, soul sister*

 I am a woman. I'm surrounded with women. My sisters, my friends. Net of subtle connections, knowing looks, gestures that explain lot more then words. But also words: written, outspoken, shown with grimaces, kept for themselves. Gallons of coffee, tea, beer, wine; tons of chocolate, cakes, pizzas, etc. Hours spend on talking instead of sleeping, discussions about life and guys till the dawn. Best advices on shopping. Twinkle in eyes for the same dress/pair of shoes/memory/boy. Certainty of the "I know what you mean". Silent solidarity of ovaries. Lipsticks, dreams, high heels, constant diet. Understanding that the hug can save a life. Distinguishing which tears are from happiness and which from sadness. Walking encyclopedia of little and huge worries. Consternation in front of the wardrobe. Little girl inside. BFF, DFTBA, PMS. Endless relations,look, soul and life repairs. Wanting simple things, being complicated. 

 "O-oh girls just wanna have fun"

* If you're a guy you may not understand over half of this post.

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Fear



 There's nothing better to do on your free Sunday morning than cut out paper pumpkins, bats and spiders to decorate your work place, especially if you don't give a damn about some foreign tradition that became another opportunity to revive trade in the times of crisis (I mean Halloween of course...) :[

  But I wouldn't be myself if I wouldn't  find an inspiration in that ;) People like to be scared when they control it- it's Halloween, we have costumes that we'll take off tomorrow, or it's a scary movie but it'll end and we'll go out of the cinema to the real, less scary life. Is it less scary indeed?

  There's only one scary thing in this world: our mind. It can make us fearless but it can also make us scared of anything.

Saturday, October 27, 2012

Take me home


WARNING: this is very nostalgic post!

 Is it first snow this Autumn, is it cold, is it a year far away from home, is it tv series reminding best friends, I don't know but I'm thinking about my home more lately. Home town, house that I can call home, my room that stays empty, piano that no one plays. Parents. 

 I saw woman in the bus today with tiny little creature on her hands called child. It'll take some years for that creature to become fully independent. It'll want the independence, then it'll regret it, then it'll understand it and accept it, maybe even use it to make its life happy.

  When I look back at my life I regret that in some moments I didn't notice and used the chances that I was given. I'd like to go back in time with the wisdom and way of thinking I nurtured now. But I realized that it has to be this way- to be clumsy and silly all your life. To be still a student in a life school. To miss some classes and fail some tests, to learn new things and skip some classes. To have some knowledge and to forget it all. And finally to pass away, not much smarter than in the moment of birth.

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Girl with a Moschino bag

 It happened quite a while ago. Used to my monthly ticket I sat in the bus without care. On the next stop, young woman came into the bus and validated her ticket in front of me. That reminded me that I didn't do the same with mine. Few stops later ticket controllers asked me for my ticket- what a luck! Girl with Moschino bag saved my life! Or at least my wallet from getting more skinny ;) I got off the bus thinking about that girl. Why? She was dressed very nice, very fashion and chic way. That Saturday morning, on my way to work, I made big decision: "I am a fashionist!"

  I'm sure I wrote about it in one of my posts but today it's more live than ever: you can do whatever you want, it's all matter of your decision. To stay in your job or quit it? To live here or in another country? To go out or stay inside another evening? To take this challenge or give up? To complain or to do something about it? To buy this or to save the money? To care or to ignore?

Monday, October 22, 2012

Blogosphere


 When few years ago in high school times (but still less then 10! :P) I wrote essay about blogs for IT ("Blogs, the virtual diaries"), I didn't have any idea how powerful blogs will became. Then blogs were mainly alternate form of diaries, using screen and keyboard instead paper and pen. I remember discussions about those modern diaries that aren't a secret anymore.

 And nowadays? Blogs became powerful tools in technology, fashion, advertising, social campaigns, etc. For many people their blogs became their job and the only income. Trades are finding experts in their fields through blogs. Bloggers transform their hobbies into brands and businesses.  New posts are as important as newspapers. Bloggers create communities, organize forums, meetings, competitions, etc. I even know a cafe in my city where bloggers are especially welcomed :)

 What will happen in the future with blogs? What will take their place? What new form of communication?

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Dream dress



 Is there a girl that didn't dream of having in her wardrobe real gown? Some long, super elegant, impressing dress that is waiting for a special night, special occasion, for being the queen of the night and seduce everyone or at least that one particular gentleman. How can we compare today disco to the real ball from the past? 

 Very special preparations before the big night are often as exciting as the party itself. I remember prom and how amazing it was to see classmates dressed up, girls with make up, each one looking so pretty. Guys looking so grown up and handsome in suits. Special nights require special outfit. 

 I have a lot of jewellery, dresses, accessories waiting for a special occasion. I'm looking for a courage in me to switch the proportions: wear my special outfits everyday and the regular ones only from time to time ;)  
 

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Vagabond

On a scale from 1 to 10, how much of a Vagabond have you in your soul? :)

I'd be around 5 or maybe 7. What tells me there's so much of a vagabond in me? The feelings that I have when I'm on a long walk, watching fire, going somewhere by train. How I feel in the city and how I feel on a countryside. You breath different between skyscrapers and in fields of gold. If I'd have to picture the state of perfect happiness, I'd choose summer meadow, aromatic from all the herbs and wild flowers, buzzing from all the insects being busy flying from one blade of grass to the other.
 I know I'm extraordinary vagabond- with all the feelings I have for dresses and fashion, using laptop and mobile to connect with the world, working as a manager in chain store. But words "vagabond" and "ordinary" doesn't go along very well :)  So let me put on my hat and ramble some more! 

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Consequence

 I met friends from studies last weekend and that meeting remind me that specific atmosphere of living close with art. Coming back by train was great opportunity to write down all the rushing thoughts and ideas popping out like crazy. (You may find out about one of them by the end of today ;)) But more important than night art exhibition (in old Jewish swimming pool- creepy!), drinking mulled wine and talking, was one little question that I was asked: "Are you consequent, Marta?"
  In the first moment I wanted to deny. "No, how can I be consequent, keep talking about things I want to do with my art, dreams, but I don't do much or even anything to make them come true, bla bla bla..." after a while I realized it's very unfair opinion about myself. "Wait a second, Girl! You are super duper consequent! You keep drawing since you were child, you went on artistic studies, now you have 2 years old blog with your art, the books and magazines that catch your attention in kiosks are all about fashion, designing, etc. You're damn consequent!" 
 
  It's funny to listen to yourself inner conversation sometimes ;) Dear Readers, be prepared for consequence here- new portions of my drawings, inspirations and thoughts + some surprises soon!

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Work in the times of crisis

  Job is very common topic among me and my friends lately. Is it because we're almost all after a year from graduating, is it because we have difficulties in finding or keeping it? Those who studied with me and now can title themselves "Master of art" have important question to answer and tough decision to make: should I start any kind of work, just to get my own money and life or should I keep looking for work for an artist? The more time is passing since we left university, the more clear is getting that not all of us will stay close to art, and very few of us will actually live from it.

 Another thing that caught my attention lately is the matter of quality. Quality of a worker. We hear a lot about hard situation on a job market. It should be obvious (or is it obvious just for me?) that you care for the best qualifications you can get and what's more- for doing the work that you have well. But from my manager's experience I can say that finding worker that is both good-working and motivated to work is far from everyday routine. The big quantity of people looking for job now (people with master degrees in all possible field!) doesn't mean high quality of them. 

 We're living in quite crazy times, don't you think? 


Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Letters, postcards




  You already know that if I'd become an expert, I'd be Mustard Expert. If I'd become propagator of idea, then I would embrace it in these words:

     "Write letters"
or even more:

"Write letters, wear dresses"
 If I'd be making collage about my life and I could use only emotions and feelings, I'd like to glue together the excitement of finding letter or postcard addressed to me in my mail box, that amazingly great feeling when I'm wearing my favorite dress and I know I look gorgeous in it, warmth of the sun on my skin when I lean out the train window, going somewhere far, first sniff and sip of each coffee I drank, energy rushing through my veins after doing something adventurous. If I could add scent into it, it would be  a mix of bakery in the early spring morning and grass cut in summer. And music leitmotif? "What a wonderful world" sung by my good old Louis Armstrong.

Saturday, October 6, 2012

Going, thinking, going



  Step by step, till the next crossing, next tree, next corner, and another meters and kilometers are behind you. It's hard to focus on thoughts when you walk, you just let them go wherever they want- you keep the path but they're free like birds. They fly here and there, suddenly change direction, run, stop, do whatever they want. They are inside your head but also outside it. You can control them and you can't at the same time. Are our thoughts really ours? If we can't catch them, if they can surprise us, popping out  unexpectedly? I guess they still are :) 
  What surprised me the most while today's walk was the fact how limited my thinking is: work, money, relations. Ok, also the blog that tomorrow will have 2nd birthday :) But I could think about parrots, or how to bake perfect muffins, or what the world without shoes would be, or how it is to live in Siberia, or... 


Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Pressure

 I wanted to prepare well and in professional way to write about pressure, so I started with Wikipedia. But I have to apologize... Just when I saw words such as perpendicular, force, formula, definition, etc. it reminded me what kind of a nightmare physics used to be for me at school. So forgive me skipping reliable research, but maybe you'll find my parascientific ideas more interesting ;)

 Where did the idea of  writing about pressure came from? As everything that I write here about- from my everyday life. For the last few days I didn't felt well, my head was aching, the energy was gone, I could sleep all days- doesn't sound like perfect condition during your holidays, huh? I was thinking intensively what is the reason of that state: I blamed my job (too stressing, too tiring, too everything), blamed myself for not taking care of a proper diet and sport (feeling like old lady while being right after studies?! Come on girl!), blamed genes and the list goes on. But finally I got the idea of checking my blood pressure (bingo!). It was too low (I expected it to be the other way round)- holidays worked- I got even too relaxed ;D  So of course I did my research around the web and now I know what to do but it also gave me few deeper thoughts. 

 If "pressure is force per unit area applied in a direction perpendicular to the surface of an object" (we love you Wikipedia, you know that) then we have s**t amount of force to put such a pressure not only on ourselves but also on the others! 

 The most common pressures:
 -to look good/handsome/trendy/different
 -to be good in what you're doing (and to have something that you're actually good in)
 -to be intelligent/funny/talented/effective...
 -to be someone important, noticable
 -to know cool people and have cool things

 ...and this list is neverending. Hmmm... From now on I'm transforming my force into power to do things, no matter what principles of physics state! 

Monday, October 1, 2012

Artists, Engineers

 Education divides us into groups: engineers, humanists, artists, lawyers, etc. And sometimes it may be adequate. The longer I observe people and myself the more confused I get because although everyone of us has some tags, everyone denies them as well. I know well organized artists (myself f.ex. ;) ) and I know absent minded engineer. I know lawyer that is crazy party animal and poets that are good in math. 
 There should be only one tag, same for everyone: "Human being".