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Friday, 18 January 2019 19:37

In the presence of the paint

There are moments when I need to be in the presence of the paint. Sometimes after long days left with drained soul I open up art room's doors just to breath the smell of paint- grabbing quickly a paintbrush and making a stroke on the canvas or paper is transforming the reality. Awareness of that therapeutic power of paint and its strong sensory aspect became clear to me some time ago once being involved into abstracts work. I never expected it to be this way, but saying that I never expected to be an artist some times ago! 

Published in Painting
Monday, 10 December 2018 16:38

Creative pause

There are moments of quietness in creative life. Moments when paint doesn’t flow so well from the brush and we pause. The power of pausing and honouring it has been recently very important to me. I think as artists we do grow once we have learnt lessons of pausing. By stopping I do not mean stop creating but rather stepping on side and reflecting back on why we are feeling urge to slow down. The power of pause has a lot to do with transition in many ways of art and personal development interfacing with each other. Recently my art pause is about transition to new interest and inspiration…That is what I am hoping it is about but who knows for sure...

 

Published in Painting
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...

Published in Creative life
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...

 

 

Published in Creative life
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?”

Published in Creative life
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?

Published in Painting
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.  

 

Published in Poems
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!

Published in Painting
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...

Published in Poems
Thursday, 05 July 2018 12:25

Longing

One evening this poem entered my heart when I felt that my soul was trying to whisper where to go...

Published in Poems
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