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...

Thursday, 19 July 2018 10:08

Breathing paint

 

“Breathing paint”

 

It is the paint that makes me breathe. I almost suffocated myself once without it. I was not painting for a long while of over 30 years of my life. I was somewhere there far away in human fake world of fighting egos and meaningless conversations. My days were filled with a nonsense of daily living for nothing more than mere feeding, working, commuting, maintaining, sleeping and repeat mode. It lasted years, many years and almost killed me. I was about to grasp the very last, desperate air of life when painting appeared…

We painters live to paint. Nothing more nothing less.  

 

Thursday, 19 July 2018 09:49

Allowing yourself to be a child

 

“Some items can move us in time- from now to old past- we find our souls yearning for lost joy, time, sensations and experiences.”

 

Have you ever come across an object from your childhood that you almost forgot about for years and suddenly it transported you into the world of so many memories that it became a time traveling tool? Sometimes it is just a smell of something you remember, or the actual object-more material thing. I had this experience with some art materials from my childhood. I was gifted a traditional Polish drawing pad and found here in England gouache paints that are almost like poster paints I remember from 80ties in Poland. I touched that paper, I smelled the paint, dipped the brush in water and then in the paint... The mark was made on paper and…boom! I was transported in time!

Wednesday, 11 July 2018 12:46

The appointment has been cancelled

 Simple poem about how busy our life become to the degree we simple forget to live and end up cancelling appointment with our own existence...Put the phone down today and forget about emails for 10 minutes, sit and read...

Thursday, 05 July 2018 12:52

Left unattended

Sometimes you can find yourself confused and questioning what is that all life and passing time about? Are we living to the deepest level or just passing by...

Thursday, 05 July 2018 12:36

You never expected it

Reflection on passing time and aging, when we suddenly come to realisation this is it- time has come. This was prompt by my family situation but there are often other moments in life when we ask "it that it, now?".

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