Tuesday, 13 November 2018 11:08

Paint brush extention is all you are

 Sometimes I truly believe I am just a mere extension of the brush. It is the paint brush doing its work. Performing, creating strokes, loading the paint, making marks. My ideas? Come from above, appear from the cloudy reality and I am the transporter of them-some kind of communication channel. We all love to believe we are exclusive creators- great idea's holders and the special one. But are we really? More time I spend in the presence of art the more I am becoming convinced there is something beyond human control, creative flow itself actually is definitely beyond. Only by allowing that control to be taken by art/universe/god/spirit/soul (*choose appropriate) we experience the magic of creation...

Tuesday, 13 November 2018 11:05

Walking away

Complications of life situations sometimes are becoming much easier to express through words than the rational explanation. Sometimes we need to put words down to be able to process what is happening within the inner world.

Friday, 09 November 2018 18:45

Dragging my heart

Life gets heavy, life can get dark...Still... we carry on and what is unexpected that once something is gone there is something else around the corner to drag behind...

Monday, 05 November 2018 11:58

November spirit

 

In past I never welcomed autumn. I would hold on to regret that summer is gone, the fact we have a long way before days become longer again. But gradually I started seeing the point of darker days, longer nights and the whole "withdrawn", "inwards" concept of quieter season. We are transitioning from outward living of spring and summer to go back to our self- time for introspection, inner journeys and welcoming shadows to learn to dig deeper into souls. This November this short poetic assemblage of words just popped out of my mind... 

 

Tuesday, 30 October 2018 14:00

Inner landscapes- painting what I do not see

 

Painting what I do not see became the theme for my new documentary about inner landscapes. For over 18 months my visual imagination has been captivated by returning to the process of abstract paintings of inner world of thoughts, emotions and symbolic meanings. I started small with journals then expanded gradually to bigger canvases and paintings going on walls. How can you paint what you do not see? They says “paint what you see” but how about painting what you do not see but feel? In this way the art process becomes an additional language, the communication tool between inner self, psyche and the visible surface of reality. Let's go deeper...

 

 

Monday, 17 September 2018 10:38

Creative obstacles race

 

What I have learnt from art is jumping higher every time the obstacle comes my way. It is like building resilience in personal life, boosting your inner immune system to be able to deal with anything that life throws at you. Let start from beginning of this journey to show you how “I cannot” been converted to “And what next?”

Thursday, 09 August 2018 14:51

No extention

 

Callings are sometimes quiet, sometimes very loud- still we fear the changes and shake up they will bring. Here in a very quick way I caught the thought going through my mind as I knew that time of playing safe was well overdue...

Thursday, 09 August 2018 14:37

Sharing the space

Sometimes we need to allow others to enter our space, maybe not in terms of invasion but kind of allowing for the step forward. It is not only people we allow to take the space -it could be emotions, processes, thoughts. We like to protect our space- the way it is and the way we shape it. Imagine you never allowed others into your space- how lonely would that be? Without memories, personal entries, ups and downs of relationships...A bit empty and bit boring I suppose...So life is shaped by our space being visited by others-that reflection came to my mind when I was creating recently in a collaborative way with another artist present at the same time. So 2 people, 2 different visual styles but...1 piece of paper! What happened?

Friday, 27 July 2018 10:50

Awake

 

There are those rather rare moments when we are caught in self-reflection over meaning of life. It could be in the morning before the house wakes up or in the evening when we step into the quiet garden. Sometimes it happens during short daily breaks when we are left to alone to meet our mind's wonders. Here was my wonder in one of those moments...

Tuesday, 24 July 2018 18:26

Daily life

As years pass by we slowly start realising that collection of days, months, seasons and years happens without our control and kind of between the lines. We are trapped in daily repetition of tasks and activities like unconscious creatures acting in some kind of trans without any reflection. Then sometimes we stop when we are caught in the ordinary moment of extraordinary- maybe the shape of clouds seen through the window, maybe the random melody on the radio...And we wonder..Where did life go? Life goes on every day, every mundane minute and second...We breathe in and breathe out past all the time. Short poem that crossed my soul when I thought about it...

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