Sketch-Note-Inspiration-Book

Here and now

2012-03-02T21:47:00.000+01:00

I spend so much time on planning and making 'to-do' lists. But how many things from them I actually do? How many from my plans I actualy implement? Plans can be so beautiful when reality can be disappointing. I locked myself in a cage made of dreams, wishes and ideas for future, being trapped in a moment that will never come- moment the best for doing things: finding better job, being happy, travelling, taking a risk,... Caged myself in postponing actions and solutions. Two words on my mind:

Here & Now

Hot & Cold

2012-02-28T13:54:00.000+01:00

Yesterday beautiful sunny day. Today- rain from the morning.

Yesterday small melancholy. Today- power to act.

Yesterday long lazy day. Today- too little time for anything.

Life on two poles.

Excuse me...no excuses!

2012-02-24T19:55:00.000+01:00

I'm finding excuses too easily. Yes. Enough for today :)

Good manners

2012-02-22T20:05:00.000+01:00

Where did the good manners go? Where are ladies? Where gentlemen?

I don't know. All I know is that it's unpolite and unpleasant not to answer for "Good morning". And that times when women were wearing only dresses are the times that I'm longing for.

Hunger

2012-02-20T14:16:00.000+01:00

I'm so hungry today!
I want to draw, to dance, to write haiku,
to travel,
to create, to meditate,
to write, think, walk,
to change, to rearrange,
to cook, to read a book,
to sit outside and feel spring in the air,
ah!

Free day brings so much good.

Hexe

2012-02-19T23:22:00.000+01:00

Hexe means 'witch' in German. So today I met a witch that came to the shop and asked for something with cats. It fascinates me how different people are... How different stories they're bringing everywhere with themselves, wherever they go. I was so curious what kind of which that woman was, does she cast spells or makes love elixirs? Maybe she can fortune-tell me? But I had to hold the horses of my curiosity and keep the customer-seller proper distance. From what she said, she was the good witch but she lost some friends when they found out.

Oh! How nice and different she was from another woman, not from today... In my mind I'm calling her "Lady in a fur" but she was far away from being a lady and really close to be a witch in the true mening of the word!

Say yes, say no, say let's go!

2012-02-14T19:03:00.000+01:00

Oh, Monday again! Yes, it was yesterday but it just occured to me that yesterday I was so close to quit job, start another without any experience, move from South to the North of country, pack my life in boxes and suitcases and be on the road again, start from almost nothing again, be new and foreign somewhere again. Stop!

Will I ever stop?

So I was on the train again, having a lot of time to think about how I almost change my life with one decision. One decision! One "yes" or one "no". You can also say "maybe" or "later" or "I don't know" but it won't change anything. Only Yes and No have driving force.

What will be your next "yes" or "no"? What will be mine?

Don't look down!

2012-02-08T21:39:00.000+01:00

And don't ever look back. What's there, will stay there.

I'm a bit scared of myself becouse my thoughts and prayers have actually a power to happen! :O Second time I thought "Something gotta change" and the next day unexpected twist happens! We want so many things- why soe of them happen and the other don't? I would even risk a statement that things that we want badly don't happen. Things that we want to happen but we don't pay that much attention to them- they have much bigger chances. Maybe Mr Murphy wrote down this rule?

I'm a total rebel today- I painted my nails dark red! Ha!

Battery low

2012-02-02T10:16:00.000+01:00

Ufff, a lot of things consuming energy- early waking up, work, worries, worries and worries. Who made up worries? They should find him/her and torture badly with tickling! Actually... Yes! Worries are the worst energy eaters, energetic vampires I know. And I still allow them to eat me bit by bit.

And so I woke up this morning with a life battery low, wondering what to do to have it charged again? Go back and sleep? That would made me even more sleepy, I got enough of sleep. Coffee? Doesn't work like that with me. Let me think, let me think... Battery? Charger? Electricity... High voltage! Bingo! AC DC! :D Instead of sentimental songs- solid energy kick!

Coffee moments

2012-01-30T11:28:00.000+01:00

Soemtimes it's really good to wake up earlier, have enough time to do few things from 'to-do' list, catch few deep breaths and write a mail or two while listening to favourite band. To have a while of meditation with mug full of warm aromatic coffee or hot refreshing tea.

Few days ago I tried the mindfulness method. I sat in cafe and focused on what's here and now. I took a piece of paper, pen I wrote down: I have a full bladder i small mess on the table. Some old song comes out of speakers. I feel good here even though I don't have rest back. On the table there are: leather bill case, empty glass after non-alcohol mojito, small red glass candlestick with burnt tea-light, small notebook, my phone, 2 packs of sugar for my sister, some papers with my notes, white porcelain tea pot and cup with jasmine tea. ....

Was it relaxing? Hard to say...but definetely forces you to stop in the moment and notice more details.

Sidewalk freaks

2012-01-27T23:58:00.000+01:00

Sometimes, when I have really good day, great mood, headphones with cool music on my ears- I'm a sidewalk queen. My steps are firm and vigorous, I'm bestowing people with my smile, no matter if they care or don't. On the days like that I'm walking on the sunny side of the street, my bus is always on time and people with fliers aren't annoying at all.

But I'm not everyday sidewalk queen, and sidewalk it's not only a space for me. There are plenty of "sidewalk freaks". People who want something more from you than just pass you- they want your time and attention, they have something to tell you. What's more- they want you to understand something, to change your point of view, to give something from yourself. I had a meeting like that few days ago. I started to wonder if I have written on my forehead "Go on, ask me if I read books!" becouse two guys asking about it in one week it's 'a bit' more than my life's average. Oh, and maybe there's another sentence there, written with smaller type: "Especially if you're from a sect". Second starnger offering me a book made me think who am I, who are we in general to decide in what we should believe, which religion is the only right one and whose God is the 'proper' one. And it dawned on me...we are all humans. Nothing less, nothing more.

Monday- a day full of surprises!

2012-01-23T22:50:00.001+01:00

Mondays keep surprising me. Today was full of totally unexpected things:

1. I got a book

2. I got a phone call

3. I had one nice and one awful customer

4. I drank coffee

Nothing special, right? :) But let me explain:

1. A stranger came into the shop and asked me a question "Do you read books?". I answered "Yes, of course". That was a tactical question! Then he took out a small book and said it's his. I didn't have cash with me so I got it free, even with special dedication: "For inspiration named Marta". Wow, so today, on Monday, I became inspiration myself! :O I started to read the book on my way back in the bus...well...the author must have been in some strange sect :))

2. Totally surprising phone call from my...aunt that I haven't seen for years. Does not sound spectacular but it was such a nice surprise that made me feel happy for all day and even now, when I think about it. One phonecall, so much joy.

3. According to one of my last posts, the one about Monday customers, today's ones were pretty normal. Except two of them. One girl was especially cheerful and made me laugh deeply- dear Karma, please reward her that! And please don't be too cruel for that 'lady' that treated me so unkindly, becouse I once heard that "There aren't bad wolves, there are sad wolves"

4. "Sad wolf" came almost at the end of my shift, so to help myself to relieve unpleasant impression, I went to drink a coffee. The girl asked me if I want it with cream and I said "Yes, give it straight from the heart, I had a bad customer today". I'm sure she knows what "bad customer" means, becouse cream on my coffee was like freaking Mount Blanc! :D

A strange book from stranger, a warm call from my aunt, a customer's Jin Jang, coffee straight from the heart- this was the day!

Fast and furious

2012-01-21T20:26:00.000+01:00

Pencil, crayon, marker, pen... Tools were changing often, depending on the thickness and intensity of the line I wanted to get. Uff! Yesterday evening was the culmination of my longing for drawing. The feeling of the pencil in my hand and the creak of the graphite on the paper...are giving me shivers even now! I changed from calm into fast and furious, just trying not to loose that sparkle that showed up for a second. The result? Few new drawings and appetite for more!

Mindfulness

2012-01-20T17:21:00.000+01:00

Oh yes, my mind is full of things but I can't get rid of the feeling that for most of the time it's full of rubbish. The same with the time. And with my room- whenever I have a free day, I start it with cleaning up my room. Looks like rubbish are inseparable part of life! But rubbish wasn't the thing I wanted to write here about. I read article about mindfulness, new trend in psychology and coaching that helps to focus on what's happening right here, right now. We can have a lot of things, plans, etc. but without proper concentration on things, we won't fully appreciate happy moments, delicious meals, breathtaking views. We can't stop the time but we can try to catch the moments- to notice the smell of tea, taste of it, how it warms our body from inside, how our fingers are holding the mug, etc. Let's fill our minds with good stuff!

Monday customers

2012-01-17T14:09:00.002+01:00

How to recognise customer with "Monday syndrome"? Short guide:
1. it's Monday
2. zero respond to "Good morning"
3. feigned hearing loss
4. pain of existence expressed by facial grimace

Poor Monday...almost everyone hates it :O Have you ever thought about days of the week more personally? I see Monday as a middle-aged, gloomy man, wearing old fashioned hat and long grey coat, rushing through the streets with black & white newspaper under his arm. Tuesday: two best friends drinking coffee together in a small cafe, talking about life, shopping, movies, guys, everything, not noticing the time passing quickly. Wednesday is a colourfull hippie with long hair and flowers in it, enjoying rays of sun and singing silly songs, sitting on a bench and swinging her legs. Mr Thursday is middle-aged man too but different from Mr Monday: he's more active, wearing jeans and t-shirt with funny overprint, like f.ex. "Who the f**k is Friday?". And who's Friday? A teenager with big headphones on his ears, going somewhere to the city centre to meet with bunch of his friends. Saturday is a young mother cleaning apartment on a sunny day, with her hair tied in a high ponytail. She smiles all the time and listens to Elvis Preasley and whole house smells like a freshly baked cake. Sunday is an old couple sitting on a bench (maybe they were hippies in the past?) in front of their house, catching the rays of Autumn sun, drinking tea and saying nothing, becouse they don't need to. They're thinking about their son, Monday, that works too hard to provide good life for himself and his wife, Tuesday. She likes to meet with her crazy friend Wednesday and gossip about a new fascinating guy she met lately- Thursday. Monday and Tuesday have teenage son, Friday. Sometimes they like to recall how it was when Friday was as little as a child of their new neighbour, Saturday. Or imagine the sweet lazy moments, when they'll be as old as Sunday.

Well, well... How inspiring even unkind customers can be! ;)

Bag universe

2012-01-14T18:52:00.000+01:00

Or universe in a bag? As one smart guy told me: it will be always too small :) yep, no matter if it's mini or maxi! I bought a new bag and I don't like new things. They're not telling any story becouse they don't have any yet. No story about constant overloading it with umbrella when it won't rain (yes, and when you finally forget it or leave at home intentionally, it's raining! It must be some freaking universe rule against humanity or at least against me ;)). Or signs of small sins- creased receipts as a souvenir after crazy sale-huntings, chocolate bars in a moment of weakness and to-do lists showing hom much you actually did not. My bag is my:

-kingdom

-universe

-mailbox

-suitcase

-shopping bag

...

Train therapy

2012-01-08T23:04:00.001+01:00

No matter where I'm going- it's so good to be on the road! It's good to be caged in time capsule, cut off from reality. Uffff.... Time for unlocking my brain, taking everything out, selecting, cleaning, throwing out, putting new things, sow some new seeds. The longer the trip the better- more time for me, myself and I.

I love the thrill that new ideas bring!

In this brand new New Year 2012 I wish you my dear Readers a lot of new ideas, a lot of positive energy to do nice and/or crazy things and merry company in that! :))

Something gotta change

2011-12-29T20:08:00.000+01:00

No one else will chase your dream if you won't. And it can run away. Something gotta change! We compromise to much in our lives, like it's something we don't care for at all. Or maybe at least I do?

I keep forgetting that it's New Year so soon! New hopes, plans, things to do, goals to reach. Dear 2012, be good to me. And I promise to be good to myself and to people I care the most.

I realized today that my priorities mixed up and things that shouldn't bother me that much took almst all my attention, time, emotions. Idea for New Year's resolution: care only for what's worth it.

Back to reality

2011-12-27T11:29:00.001+01:00

Reality lost colourfull lights, it's after Christmas already. I like Christmas magic, I like being seduced by its charm but I prefer colours of everyday routine. Mug of black/green/white/red tea. Black or white coffee. Grey or blue sky. Yellow and red busses.

Wallet from Singapore

2011-12-20T20:23:00.000+01:00

Countless stories are passing you by on the streets, in shops, parks, etc. I like the moment of discovering small secrets of strangers. Today there was a young woman in the shop, buying some necklace. She had really nice wallet. I told her that and she said it's from Singapore. She bought it to spent last foreign money there. From where she had idea to do to Singapore? She said it was relly nice place, she recomends it. And why our life paths crossed for this short moment today? She will stay in my artist's selective memory and here, virtually. And you will read this and now she may stay in your heads too. Dear girl with a wallet from Singapore- it was a pleasure to meet you today.

Gordian knot

2011-12-17T11:42:00.000+01:00

Sometimes my thoughts turn into ball of threads. It may take some time to untangle them, make the mind area clear. Sometimes it's better just to cut it, to loose all the threads, to start again. I'm waiting for tomorrow, for a free day to open my mind and look inside. To select good things from rubbish, to let fresh air in, to find what I've forgotten about. During week mind is just a box where I keep everything.

Shook me all night long

2011-12-15T18:21:00.001+01:00

I forgot about AC Dc and their song "Shook me all night long". Their music is so energetic and made me wonder what can shook me all night long? What can make me stay awake, feeling the thrill (maybe on Blueberry Hill, like Louis Armstrong? :)), not wanting to sleep...? Good conversation. Good old friends. Dancing. Do you remember nights in front of campfire when no one wanted to go sleep? That magic in the air and the impression of something extraordinary. Ahhh, the feeling when you're on the right way! On a "Highway to hell"! Or another... When you are so full of energy, when you're under a "High voltage" and you want to make milion things at once, when your body is ready, mind is clear and your heart is brave. Do moments like that come or I can induce them? How?

Go green.

2011-12-13T22:12:00.000+01:00

Oh, yes, ecology is important but this time it's not about segregation of garbage. Green suppose to calm down and I could really use more calmness now. When I'm forgeting which day it is or mixing first letters of two words, it's a sign that I need a break, a deep breath or two. So let's go green, let's be good for the Planet and ourselves :)

Living in a different reality

2011-12-10T23:40:00.000+01:00

First snow this year. Disappeard faster than fell to the ground.

Bus is an invaluable observation point. Today I found out while talking with a friend, that there's someting that you can call 'bus savoir-vivre' or maybe rather...'bus survival'. Which place to choose so you won't have to give it to older person? When you should give place to someone? Is this person old enough not to feel resentful? Etc.

I'm living in a different reality lately. My inner callendar is not adequate to the real one. Christmas disappeared from it. One day is like the day before and the next day. Days are almost the same, passing like autumn leaves. Or passing like first snow.

Standing in the middle

2011-12-07T19:29:00.000+01:00

No matter which position you'd like to choose in your life...you will be always right in the middle of it. Sometimes you might want to hide, to run away, to disappear... That will never happen. You might think that you have supporting role in a play called "My life" but you are better actor than you think- you're fooling everyone around and yourself. You are the main character in this play/movie/story, naked with your emotions. What will be your next step?

So deep is the night...

2011-12-07T11:24:00.000+01:00

But night is giving us also deep sleep. When body is switching off the lights, mind keeps working in the dark. Or maybe that's the moment when it has the most light? All those prophetic or deep psychological dreams...are coming from our complicated machinery- brain. "Sleep of reason produces monsters". Sleep of body produces ideas. And...energy. It's amazing how body can regenerate while sleeping. And then we wake up in the morning, ready to live another day.

Pink Diva

2011-12-03T17:27:00.000+01:00

In the morning I was watching some of National Geographic programmes and it made me think that people and animals (or animals and people...) have so much in common! Gestures, face expression, being sociable or solitary, maternal instinct, etc.

I remember some classes, when lecturer asked us about an animal with which we identify- the animal in us. I chose dragonfly. Why? Maybe it'll be a topic for another post. But now I feel more like chameleon. I'm in a new enviroment where I have to wear pink blouse as my uniform. And even if I didn't wear pink before, I adapted to this colour quite fast. And to the rules, conditions, expectations. What's more, it gives me... sort of happiness! And now I wonder- if it's good to chameleon? Maybe instead of adapting to the conditions I should adapt the conditions to myself?

A day before December

2011-11-30T14:27:00.000+01:00

It's a day before December. I'm thinking about something transitory, something hard to catch and describe. Like a moment when one month turns into another, when one year turns into another. Time. Would time exist if mankind did not invent its terms, clocks, calendars, etc.? Minutes, hours, months are artificial division. And we can't touch them, catch them, save them for later. Does people from other place in the world have more time than us? Does everyone have the same amount of it? We have clocks to show us the time but what if everyone would have it own hour? Who would be right then? Time... More complicated thing than I thought!

Working space

2011-11-28T13:56:00.000+01:00

I'm working on having working space now. A room is not complete with only bed and few boxes with my things. I need something more... Another great invention of humanity- a desk and a chair. Power of simplicity!
Look, how many things I can do having them:
# draw!
# write letters
# work on my computer
# make plans and to do lists
# chair is the best clothes hanger
# do nothing, just sit and drink tea/coffee/... and wait for inspirations
# cut out photos from magazines and then glue them into one of my notebooks
# .....

Before the Christmas rush

2011-11-22T12:57:00.000+01:00

I feel the Christmas pressure already on my back. List of people who I want to give presents is growing. Ideas for perfect gifts disappeared (why, o why I didn't write them down?!). Will I wake up one day and decide that I actually hate Christmas becouse of this madness? Well, this year I'm close to do that.

My friend posted interesting appeal on her fb wall: to support small art galleries, shops, artists or friends that create something nice, becouse the money they'll earn, will go directly to their hands, for their needs. Not to big companies, that pay the lowest salaries to their workers and look for the cheapest labor force. Worth considering! It made me rearrange my shopping lists and plans. Imagine how positively world would change, if we'd choose to support people and their work, not corporations and their business plans.

A girl with dragonfly necklace

2011-11-20T20:45:00.000+01:00

Do you think we have cocoons? Like butterflies have? That we transform, change into new us? Do you get from time to time the feeling of discomfort in your own body, with your own thoughts, with yourself in general?

I get that feeling. And for a while I feel uncomfortable with myself. But then the new perspectives open. Some walls are breaking in me, I discover new spaces, feelings, new me. Maybe butterflies transform only once but human beings transform all their lives?

I'm getting old, you know? Becouse I look at little girls from primary school and I think: I was like them long time ago! How many years, problems, joys and toys ago it was! And how crazy ways of life are to bring me where I'm now.

Flowers in your hair

2011-11-17T14:21:00.000+01:00

Wear a flower in your hair from time to time. Why? To colour up everyday routine. To be less serious and more feminine. To surprise. To do something differently.

I found nice book lately in a book store which is a cafe at the same time. It was about fashion and about doing it by yourself. My favorite idea was to make a dress from round tablecloth. I have to try that! Extremely simple and looking nice. It made me think about how seldom we do something by ourselves. It's much easier to buy it but it is not that much fun. And where's the individuality there? I'm a big fan of Do It Yourself. DIY rules! :))

A little bit more courage

2011-11-13T15:04:00.000+01:00

Everyone could use a little bit more courage. Maybe I gave my fears too much space? They took place of dreams and hopes. Fear = something that usually doesn't happen. Dream = something that I can make to happen. Time to rearrange what's inside my head. Sorry fears, I need more space, I'm sweeping you away. You are not that powerfull as I thought you are. You are just my own thoughts, not the reality.

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2011-11-10T22:18:00.000+01:00

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5 good things, 5 bad things

2011-11-10T20:52:00.000+01:00

I was talking with my sister today about positive thinking. Is it good to see only bright sides? It's so far from reality! We also noticed that we're less 'positive' than few years ago. Growing old? Living in bigger cities, being more stressed?

We decided to accept the both sides of life and to list five good and bad things that happened to us last week. We didn't have much problems with the good ones. The bad ones took us some more time. Conclusions? Maybe humanity has the element of optimism from birth?

Honey, honey

2011-11-07T21:03:00.000+01:00

Oh yes, life can be hard. We can have problems everywhere, with everything. And the biggest problems are in our heads. The biggest tragedies happens there. The worst scenarios. Life usually isn't that scary as we see it with the eyes of our imagination. Life doesn't care that much for us like we care for life. It just passes by. And what's left for us, poor little beetles? Only to sweeten our lives with good thoughts, good people, good books, movies and good food. And good memories! Let's work from today to have them for later.

Femininity

2011-11-04T19:19:00.000+01:00

Is it enough to be born as a woman to emanate femininity? Is femininity made of ribbons, lace, fripperies, high heels, etc.? I'm full of respect for women from beginning of XX century- their attire was so meticulous and definetely time-consuming. But wait...nowadays women also spend hours on shopping, dressing up, putting make up and body care. The same in ancient Egypt, Middle Ages... Humanity didn't change that much over the centuries!

Red dress

2011-11-03T13:52:00.000+01:00

Once I've seen it, I can't get it out of my head. Red dress. Little red dress. It was hanging flippantly, catching my attention. Forced me to forget about bills to pay, monthly card, other important expenses. Now only that red dress matters! I'm already matching it with my jewelry, shoes... Imagination is working hard :) Some women are crazy about shoes and have tens, hundreds of new pairs. I'd like to have 100 dresse. At least 100! For every occasion, every season, every mood. In every colour, lenght and style. For each day :)

Autumn leaves

2011-11-01T17:57:00.000+01:00

I love the smell and the sound of autumn leaves. Each year I wait impatiently for trees to become yellow, for Autumn to become gold. Who needs red carpet, when you can step on a yellow?

I love when they're falling from the sky, like dry yellow rain. Autumn is somewhere between 'too hot' and 'too cold'. Between long days and long nights. Between Summer and Winter.

Into the wild

2011-10-29T22:40:00.000+02:00

Looking into yourself is like going into the wild. You think you know yourself but the deeper you go, the darker it gets. And you aren't so sure, if it's still you? Is it you, who has so strange nightmares, inappropriate thoughts or impossible dreams? Instead of gentle person you're finding wild beast that you kept for so long in a cage.Mr Freud would say: ego, superego, id.

If I let my hand with a pencil to guide me, what will show up on a paper?

Sale part 3

2011-10-26T11:39:00.000+02:00

Slowly, slowly I'm running out of drawings. More space for new inspirations, new lines, new ways of expression. Good tip: let the things from your soul show up on a paper.

Sale part 2

2011-10-23T22:28:00.000+02:00

Today balck & white ;)

Sale!

2011-10-22T17:54:00.000+02:00

Mug with hot tea stands on the table. Playlist's name is "Drawing". The need to create is sprouting from few days; few weeks, few years, from always?

But before I'll start, I want to make some space for new. So I'm giving away old and older sketches and drawings. And it's like on a sale- you can find everything here, look carefully for treasures.

Allergies

2011-10-20T21:37:00.000+02:00

People are allergic to different things but today I found out that there's quite big group of people, who are allergic to words "Good morning". The symptoms are: loss of hearing, strange grimace, jerky movements, strong need of escape. I've notice that this allergy is very common in Poland. Sources of this disease? I'm thinking about two: low self-esteem and low public awareness. I'd like to see more people flirting on the streets. Not only lovers, but sellers flirting with the customers, passers-by flirting with each others, bus drivers flirting with the passengers, clerks flirting with petitioners... I'm walking the streets and dreaming of something I call 'social flirt' which basically means smiling to each other, joking, making everyday routine nicer...

Redness

2011-10-18T20:45:00.000+02:00

Have you ever thought about colours? Well, yes, we all think about them when we buy clothes, most of us have their favourite one... But look- COLOURS. We distinguish them, we're built in such a way, that we know that things differ becouse of hues. What actually colour is? You can't catch it with your hands. And ok, you can try to explain physic laws to me right now but... I won't listen. I prefer to believe, that colours are another magical things in the world, totally for free, just to make our lives better.

Today pictures with red. Why? To warm up, to energize. Colours have power to change us!

Magic

2011-10-17T12:04:00.000+02:00

When gray days are coming, when gray thoughts are coming, I'm changing into a witch. I'm putting scented sachet into my wardrobe to see my clothes differently, to find new matches, to draw new treasures. I'm buying new wallet to invite new money into it. I'm changing bedclothes to see what my dreams will be in them. I'm drinking carefully cup of hot tea or coffee and waiting for ideas and inspirations that will show up in my head. I'm picking up chestnuts and acorns to appease Autumn.

Take care!

2011-10-15T20:18:00.000+02:00

Everyone: beware! Running noses everywhere! Maybe you want to catch last rays of summer sun but you can catch a cold instead. Everyone: prepare! I'm sure you have your weapons somewhere in your wardrobes: scarfs, sweaters, gloves, hats? To battle! This Autumn is ours! ;)

Masquerade

2011-10-11T23:31:00.000+02:00

Oh, what a thrill! Some time ago I got an invitation to a costume party and it woken up an adventure-finder in my soul. First thing: idea! To start search, you need to know what you're looking for! At work, hided behind clothes, I was sketching my perfect party outfit, different variations, etc. Then second thing: hunting! Beware, secondhands, fabric shops or other places like '4 freaks only', 'funny stuff', I'll be like a lurking tiger, ready to catch what I need.

And the party itself? It was like a cherry on a top of the cake :) Another occasion to find out that we all have something childish in our souls and will never get rid of it.

Time circle

2011-10-07T20:25:00.000+02:00

It's exactly a year since I posted my first works and thoughts here. Dear Readers and Spectators, it was a pleasure for me and I hope for you too :)
Funny, earlier today, before I realized that it's already a year, I've been trying on glasses becouse I need a new pair. And my very first post was... check it, if you don't remember ;)

Spirit of the city

2011-10-06T22:32:00.000+02:00

I'm living in a city with a spirit. The ingredients of the spirit are hard to describe- maybe it's something in the air? Maybe the old city and Art Nouveau buildings have some conciously undetectable scent and that builds the atmosphere of the city? Why people differ in different cities? Why one city stays awake 24/7 and the other is sleepy all the time? Does it really matter, to find the right place or we can be happy everywhere? I don't need to answer those questions to be happy in a place where I'm now, inhaling that "something" from the air, feeling deep inside that here's the place to make the dreams come true.

Dark forest

2011-09-28T20:54:00.000+02:00

There're moments in life when you feel like a child lost in dark forest. You have to look around, there must be someone, silent angel who will help you to find the way back or new way. "When God closes door, He opens window."

Certain direction

2011-09-25T21:10:00.001+02:00

You can't follow more than one path at the same time. You can change them during your lifetime to find the right one. I found accurate comparison to finding your life goal: it's when you feel like all screws are in the righ places. So far I feel like the looking for that path is neverending. But there's a light in the dark tunnel, there's a childhood dream and there's a question: "Why not? Why not try to follow that?".

I spent a while today to realize what I want my life to look like. Well... I want to create, travel and eat good food :) The recipe for happy life is too simple to be true: do what you like and do it often!

Autumn

2011-09-23T13:18:00.000+02:00

Carousel of time is unstoppable, summer turned into autumn, and winter is just behind the corner, waiting for its turn. Bright and neon colours turn into subdued and deep browns, beiges, oranges, greens, etc. Nature changes scenery, we change our wardrobes.

One of my latest small pleasures is buying fresh vegetables in stalls. No comparison to poor leftovers in supermarkets!

And another observation: just like vegetables, style in drawing needs time and proper conditions to ripen. I'm especially impressed with two artist lately: Eveline Tarunadjaja www.lovexevol.com/ and Cecilia Lundgren www.cecilialundgren.com/ . They already have recognizable style, line. I still see too much variety in my works and I can't find the essence of my style yet. Still tons of paper, liters of ink and boxes of pencils in front of me ;)

Mood board: Yellow

2011-09-21T13:10:00.000+02:00

We used to make mood boards with my sisters before I knew this is how you call them. We could spend all afternoons watching old magazines and cutting out photos we like, then sticking them into different combinations in notebooks, on paper. Paper... When I think about it, paper was my favourite toy :)) You can do so many things with it, so many kinds of it- endless possibilities. My favourite doll was a paper one with a box full of paper apparels designed by me. And origami? Art of folding a paper, important inspiration in fashion, design or architecture but initially a way of making toys. Paper, pencil and bicycle- my favourite inventions of mankind.

P.S. Why yellow? As a sun supplement.

Outer space

2011-09-18T22:03:00.000+02:00

Projects to the task "New-Old"

Music can take to a different space, somewhere between consciousness and subconsciousness, between reality and unreality. Music is born in human soul. Sometimes I like to imagine it as a warm, colourful, giving delicate light balls, circulating somewhere in our blood system. The feeling of good sounds surrounding you can be so relaxing and releasing the mind! We have good saying here, which can be translated like this: "Go where you here singing, people there have souls. Remember, bad people never sing." So sing people, sing! :)

3 in 1

2011-09-15T21:44:00.000+02:00

If you'll decide to make your biggest life dream come true, you have to be 3 in 1:

1. Child- believe that everything is possible
2. Idealist- have a perfect vision of your ideal life after making the dream come true
3. Monk- be focused, work hard and believe that Force Majeure is taking care of you and your mission

Power of a movie

2011-09-14T13:26:00.000+02:00

I'm sure everyone knows days like this- you'd like to do so many things and you feel you can't do anything. Nothing seems interesting or easy enough to be done, even if it'll make you feel better. And it's not laziness (I hope so! ;)), it's just 'that day'. The day that it's better to do nothing than something. Hmm... Do days like that have sense? I'm sure they do, but I didn't figure it out yet.

At least I had an opportunity to watch a movie- small pleasure that I almost forget. I chose "Julie & Julia" (I don't remember how many times I watched it already...) and, to be honest, that was the perfect choice ;) Not only becouse of positive vibes and message, but also becouse of brilliant costumes and sceneries. I'm in love with small hats worn by ellegant women from '40 and '50. And I'm hungry now!

Not enough

2011-09-12T11:05:00.000+02:00

Creativity comes out of lack, not of abundance. Lack of something pushes you to search, to look for new ways to fix the situation, to fill the empty space. It was very common in "good old times", when shops very very few or very far. Nothing in the households could be wasted. Damaged clothes and things were repaired with accuracy. Nowadays we have real flood of everything, I especially see it when it comes to clothes- thousands of boutiques, shops, second hands, etc.

I rememebered the movie "Waste Land" with Vik Muniz, the artist, and one sentence he said: "I'd prefer to have nothing and want everything, than to have everything and want nothing".

Stubborn dream

2011-09-10T13:37:00.000+02:00

There's one stubborn dream that I can't get out of my heart. I guess all I can do is make it come true... ;)

I wonder where dreams are born...? Were we born with some grains of dreams already in our souls, or we discover them during life? Are dreams something natural for human beings as breathing or they are just another trendy term, like stress?

Season for sweaters

2011-09-07T11:29:00.000+02:00

Goodbye ethereal dresses, time for thick and warm sweaters. Sweaters, jackets, umbrellas, hats. I was watching falling leaves yesterday and thought that people are the most stubborn beings on this planet. When it's getting colder and whole nature is slowing down, trees are losing leaves, bears are falling into winter sleep, birds are flying to the warmer countries- people take out their bikes and trekking shoes, then theirs ice-skates and skis, sledges and hockey sticks. We're trying to be outside the nature's law :)

Everything new

2011-09-05T11:38:00.000+02:00

Everything is new since Sunday: air that I'm breathing, people that I pass in the streets, view from my window. Many things are different since Sunday: the city that I live in, plan of my day, perspectives. Thoughts passing in my head like clouds on a windy sky stayed the same. The change of place is so much easier than changing the way you are. Deep inside each one of us is stubborn, attached to old habits and ways of thinking.

Travelling is kind of shock therapy- it's like pushing nestling out of the nest. Behind the fear you'll find new strenght and skills that you didn't expect you have. You think you're rabbit-hearted girl, but there's a lion in you, all you have to do is wake him up!

Let's bake cakes!

2011-08-31T15:58:00.000+02:00

Chocolate, with strawberries, apple pie... doesn't matter. Cake is a masterpiece in it's simplicity! Mysterious combination of ingredients that gives impressive results. The smell of dough in the oven... It's a memory of Saturdays and Sundays at home. Sweet Muffin? It's my kind of figure by Gok Wan. Apple pie? Always! My favourite? Cheesecake. Mhmmm... I'm drooling! ;)

Wake me up when September begins

2011-08-27T19:55:00.000+02:00

There are three months in the year that mean "new beginning" for me: January, May and September. Why? Well, January is obvious- New Year! May and September, Spring and Autumn... New season collections in the shops- oh, what a feast for my eyes :) New colours, patterns, textiles, cuttings! And magazines... They seem to have new energy, new ideas, new layouts...

I adore the Spetember's vibration. Still warm, still sunny but chilly at the same time. One foot in Summer, one in Autumn. Kids at schools, students still free as birds. Perfect weather for wandering, wondering, for wonders.

A piece of art in a wardrobe

2011-08-25T21:40:00.000+02:00

Beginning obsession

2011-08-23T21:46:00.000+02:00

Oh yes, I have (at least) one obsession- I'm obsessed with beginning. I love New Year's Eves- month before I know my resolutions. I love books- each one promises something, at least one sentence, that will change my way of thinking. Life can't just pass in one piece, I'm finding almost sadistic pleasure in cutting it into pieces: here's beggining, here's the end of some stage, period, adventure, mood, of some version of me, now it's time for update. All the pieces of my life inserted carefully in proper boxes, each one tagged- Ordnung muss sein!

All this work with cutting, tagging, segregating...is useless. My life it's still in one piece. What was before brought me to the point I'm standing now. It's better to leave it as a huge braid made of coincidences- maybe a little tangled, but the effect is amazing!

Taurus

2011-08-21T12:20:00.000+02:00

I like to read horoscopes in magazines, even newspapers, on the internet- well, actually, I can't stop myself to read them no matter where they are :) I don't believe in them, but... When they say about something negative- I forget them instantly. When they promise me tons of luck, true love or money and succes, then I'm even more sure that I was born under a lucky star ;) I also like the pictograms for Zodiac signs. Sometimes they can be really nice and artistic! I have some for Taurus, cut out from different journals. And, well, I think I'm a typical Taurus :)

Stormy weather

2011-08-19T21:43:00.000+02:00

Dark day. Heavy grey clouds covered the sky, strong wind made summer day very cold. Rain reminded about upcoming Autumn. But maybe morning will wake me up with rays of sun?
Weather can be similiar to emotional state: heavy grey thoughts are tangling in your head, you can't see any hope, doubts make you feel insecure, soon you'll start to cry. But maybe next morning will wake you up with rays of sun?

Back to childhood

2011-08-18T09:24:00.000+02:00

As kids we're usually 100% sure, what we're going to do in the future. Dreams have no limits becouse our imagination has no limits then. Yesterday in the evening, after badminton match and cold beer, I felt tired, happy, satisfied, almost as a child after all summer day spent outside. Intuitively I grabbed new sketchbook, pencil and started to draw- for pure relax, joy. I felt like in the sweet times when I didn't have plans to study art, when I was fascinated with SailorMoon and simply wanted to draw- witches, elfs, dresses.

Maybe there's some sense in all those psychological stories about our inner child? :)

Emotions

2011-08-15T17:28:00.000+02:00

Oh, what a surprise! I have heart, I'm able to feel anger, fear, sadness, joy, hope, ... I totally forgot it, in a rush of doing things or doing nothing, being bored.

Yesterday I was looking for some inspirations and found in my bookmarks really nice blog: http://llydecke.blogspot.com

I love the simplicity of drawings, fresh line and everyday situations caught on a paper. This is exactly what I love in drawing. I keep all paints, brushes, glues, rullers that I used to need during studies. Hmmm... Shall I get rid of them and keep only pencils, felt-tip markers and crayons or leave them and have hope that "someday" I'll try painting?

Special Occasions

2011-08-14T16:55:00.000+02:00

We always wait for special occasions, for moments that would be better to start, to end, to make something come true. I wait for occasions to wear dresses. I wait with telling what I feel, until it's too late to stop the avalanche of emotions. But...if not now and here, then when and where?

Yellow submarine

2011-08-10T16:01:00.000+02:00

Yellow submarine? Or maybe yellow house? Life seems to be happier! I fell in love with small streets full of colourful houses during my trip to Romania. Walking streets like this makes you feel the magic of life. Who said that houses should be white or grey?

P.S. I discovered that The Beatles have song about me- "Martha my dear" ;)

Book of my life

2011-08-07T14:06:00.000+02:00

There are many tickets from all over the world in the Book of my life. There are dried flower petals between the pages- as a reminder of birthdays, guys, balls. There are chapters describing cities and countries, there are stories about my favourite sweaters and dresses. There are endless lists of what-to-do today/tomorrow/this year/in life. There is magic 102 List, with dreams and wishes. There are drawings in margins, picturing my emotional states. There are short notes from friends, written with their handwriting. There are circles left by cups with coffee and spots left by tears. There are photographic plates used as a bookmarks, with more or less important moments caught on them...

There's me, built from small pieces. Still unfinished, still uncomplete, still in progress, still alive.

Selective artist's memory

2011-08-06T14:13:00.000+02:00

Memory is a tricky thing- it contains countless amounts of informations...but how many of them are worth remembering? How many of them are actualy important for me as a human being? Ok, I need to remember that toadstool is poisonous or which clothes to wear when it's -20 outside, but how many small, wonderfull things I've already forgotten... Kind words, small meaningful gestures, smiles in the street, tastes of delicious dishes, etc. There are so many moments I'd like to save from oblivion! Sun charming out freckles on my cheeks, coffees on balcony, smell of pines or meadow heated by the sun, awkward feeling in a second before telling something I'm afraid to say, chilly clear water surrounding naked skin, taste of ripe tomatoes, the way my friends smile, heartbeat while watching breathtaking view...

Before the journey

2011-07-24T16:47:00.000+02:00

Travelling keeps me alive. I can't stay too long without changing scenery, it strangles me. So many places to see, so many people to meet, so many dishes to taste, so much to learn, to experience. I may not remember the names of another castles and churches, but I do remember the ambience of places. I'm not a tourist, I'm not a traveller either. I'm somewhere between. Somewhere between earth and sky.

Bitter-sweet

2011-07-18T16:45:00.000+02:00

Something's still on my mind lately- the difference between what we see on billboards (or in magazines and movies) and what we see each day in the streets. Something like 10% of women in the world has the physique of a super model. Remaining 90% (ok, maybe 82%) desires figure that will never have. There's no sense in it at all. I always thought fashion is something amazing, inspiring, helping in expressing yourself. But when I see people looking like clones or falling into depression becouse they can't have new dress or can't change the nature, then I want to ask: what the hell is going on?

And what should I do? I used to draw girls from fashion magazines- there's a beauty and inspiration, but are they real when they're shallow and empty? I do believe in art, it influences people, moves them. And I still believe fashion can be art, but it has to change the present direction!

Obstacle race

2011-07-14T12:05:00.000+02:00

Sometimes implementation of my plans seems to be like obstacle race. Obstacles are: my expectations (usually too high), laziness, fear- all that happens in my head. Have you ever had a dream when you wanted to run but your moves were annoyingly slow? That's how I feel when I want to do something important to me. There's an idea, there's the enthusiasm, and then the self-sabotaging machinery starts to produce reasons why I should do it later or never, or why I can't do it at all, etc. Vicious circle!

To trick the self-sabotaging machine in me, I decided to use the 100 rule. It means that I can't say that f.ex. I won't find a job, I don't know how to skii, I'll never learn French, until I'll try 100 times. Becouse the thing is not about being naturally talented but in not giving up.

Kissing the joy

2011-07-12T16:26:00.000+02:00

"Kiss the joy when it comes and be grateful"- someone said. I'm grateful today! For sunny weather, for two accidental meetings, for a nap in the train, for new skirt, new energy to draw, few nice words, few new ideas, etc.
Today I feel the pride- I finished my studies! Ha! I did it! :))

Orange vs Blue

2011-07-11T14:50:00.000+02:00

My favourite colour combination lately. Orange, with its positive energy and Blue, with its calm.

Observations during the way back

2011-07-09T15:40:00.000+02:00

Train. Today. Some kids, some adults, some old men, some very young. I didn't find the pleasure in observing faces of youth, becouse their faces didn't say anything. Much more interesting were faces of kids, with whole life in front of them, or old people- shaped with all they survived and know.

Pages of my agenda became blank- it's a sign of free days, of summer, of the end of studies. Why I don't feel the black hole? I feel surprisingly good and calm. Something ends, something begins. I'm looking forward to it!

Powerless

2011-07-06T22:39:00.000+02:00

Today I realized one obvious thing: I have only one body for my whole life. It's not like a dress that I can change everyday and throw away after its "time of glory". I was so tired after few busy days that when I came back home from the train station in the afternoon, I went straight to bed and slept five hours. And I'm sure I won't have troubles sleeping tonight. Hmm... Simply truth: I am my body, my body is me. My freckles are me. All that I accept or not- is me. My body is not only a can for my soul, it's something much more... It's my tool for living, working, creating! From this perspective eating junk food, complexes, lack of sleep, lack of sport, lack of relax seems to be such a stupidity!

Look, isn't it mad and masochistic to watch TV and magazines, desire looks we'll never reach? And it looks like we're all too blind too see that this is pure madness that makes us feel bad with ourselves! :O

Finding or loosing?

2011-07-01T18:33:00.000+02:00

Am I finding my way and place or am I loosing it all by trying everything? So many types of drawings... I don't see that something that connects them all, that something that will tell you that I drew it. "Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements?"

Rush

2011-06-30T23:30:00.000+02:00

Too little time even to breath, but wait... If I have so many things to do that I even don't know what to start from, why I just watched episode of Glee, why I'm posting this, why I'll flippantly go sleep soon?

I'm packing my life into boxes, tomorrow I'm changing scenery for my everyday routine. And from the morning it will start the same: papers, meetings, signatures, documents, promises, breakfasts, fast dinners, everything in a rush. Funny- I rush to save some time but then I lose all of it. Ok, no more philozophizing, time to sleep, get rest, reset, and start!

Meditation with dirty hands

2011-06-28T18:16:00.000+02:00

This is my first graphic made in the first year of studies. Soon I'll finish the diploma that looks definietly different. I remember why I decided to made my BA and then MA diploma in graphic art. It was becouse of one sentence from my teacher: "Graphic is a refined drawing". One thing is sure about graphic- you'll get dirty :) You don't even know when and how, but you can't avoid paint stains on hands, clothes. I love the element of surprise when I detach the print from the matrix- you can't be absolutely shure what the final effect will be. Graphic is kind of meditation- you have to slow down, focus on what you're doing. Your hands are busy but your mind is free.

I just realized that things I like the most in life, like dragonflies, basketball, drawing, photography, are combination of strenght and fragility, speed and concentration, wildness and beauty.

Bring Your Own Story

2011-06-25T15:50:00.001+02:00

BYOStory is a project of young Polish artists (more on www.byostory.com) that interfere in the city space, connecting places with people's memories. I was coming back from the train station and trying to find shelter from the rain- I went to the art gallery. Two interesting exhibitions- one with the works of local artists (many of them are my teachers, so it's doubly interesting!) and another with the title "Lost in translation"- story told piece by piece by people from different countries, written in different languages and illustrated with different pictures, photos, drawings, paintings, collages.

One thing came to me after this meeting with art- art is about human, it can't exist without us. Nature doesn't need us but for art we are necessary. And, going further, everyone that finds a talent inside himself, should tend it, water it with own stories, experiences. Artists make a huge mistake by trying to surprise with something new. They should show their souls, that's enough to enchant.

I'm kind of "gold minds freak" and I've noticed this one in a magazine: “Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive”. (Howard Thurman)

Tropics

2011-06-23T22:39:00.000+02:00

Summer is really undecided this year. Looks like all the seasons became undecided. Maybe, like many people, they've lost their identity? Dear Seasons, short guide:

Summer: heat, sun, beach, swimming, travelling, campfires, fruits, activity, beer, sweetness, water, colourful, dresses, dragonflies, storms, rainbows, suntan, etc.
Autumn: grapes, apples, rain, umbrellas, sunny afternoons, bicycles, orange, yellow, red, brown, jackets, warm tea, wine, vegetables, puddle, walks, books, new beginnings, etc.
Winter: gloves, scarfs, caps, white, blue, sledges, iceskating, skiing, sweaters, Merry Christmas, Last Christmas, Happy New Year, sneezing, mulled wine, thick socks, preserves, long evenings, candles, etc.
Spring: green, flowers, bicycle, tomatoes and cucumbers, picnincs, walks, clouds, salads, sandwiches, cocktails, painting eggs, joy, new clothes, general cleanings, new ideas and hopes, etc.

Atelier

2011-06-21T22:43:00.000+02:00

My graphic teacher said once that he doesn't want to see projects from my sketchbook, becouse sketchbooks are something intimate, something really private. He's right. When I want to draw and I do it in one of my sketchbooks made of papers written on one side I don't care if I'll draw perfect, I allow myself for experiments and expression. When I sit in front of perfectly white sheet of paper and have to create a project, I get numb. I have nothing in my head- no ideas, no inspirations, no vision, nothing.

I guess artist's atelier must be intimate space too. So far I know only university ateliers, where I can't feel like I'm home. At home I have my room, my desk, but it's not my atelier, even if I create something there. Atelier from my dreams? Lot of space, lot of sunlight, music in the background, white walls, wooden floor, smell of coffee with cinnamon, quite tidy, but with the marks from paint, pencil, etc., lot of inspiring photographs, magazines, things.

Day off

2011-06-17T13:54:00.000+02:00

A day off, just perfect for cleaning up the artistic mess. I had a feeling yesterday- maybe not storm, but at least rain fell this morning and it brought more colours.

Day by day

2011-06-16T22:03:00.000+02:00

Days pass quickly and without fireworks, magic moments, etc. This is also part of life, only discolored, a bit boring, washed from emotions. You wake up, you do what you have to do, you fall asleep. Monochromatic life. What has to happened to change that? Storm and rainbow after it?

Authenticity

2011-06-14T17:08:00.000+02:00

It's really hard to catch the moment when you're open-hearted as a child, when you create for the pure joy, when you don't restrict yourself with rules, with expectations, with opinions. Honesty, purity are like timid bird- it's so easy to frighten him.

To be authentic means to know yourself. Funny how often we look for something that will distinguish us from the others, forgetting that we're already different. Different but the same.

Rejected

2011-06-13T14:59:00.000+02:00

During last five years many of my projects were rejected. Sometimes I felt bad about it, many times I didn't understand why the teachers chose some projects instead of others, that were better in my opinion. When I look back I see that most of their decisions were good. During artistic studies you shape your individual sensivity to colour, line, expression, spot. You discover which techniques are "yours". Step by step, task by task, exam by exam you build your own artistic personality. Don't look back, don't look around, just do what you like to do, what you feel, what's yours.

Release me

2011-06-10T20:14:00.000+02:00

Friend told me that in my drawings she can see wildness that I don't show. Drawings are the space when I can release energy, spontaneity, emotions, myself. It's my space when good girl can go bad ;) When it comes to creating, usually bad emotions work better as an engine than the positive ones. Why? In my case they push me to the limits and I have to do something, otherwise I'd explode. So I draw, I don't control myself, I just let the emotions go on the paper. "Paper will adopt everything". World without a paper? It's impossible to imagine! No postcards, letters, notebooks, receipts, tests, books, magazines, photos, etc. Paper is just irreplaceable!

Contrast

2011-06-07T19:33:00.000+02:00

Oh, how we like super contrast! Our eyesight is deteriorating from staring on TV and colourful supermarket shelves. Tomatoes, strawberries and lips have to be extra red. Grass has to be intensively green for us to notice its beauty. Sky? Pure blue, otherwise it's nothing worth looking at. Clouds? Creases? Thank God for Photoshop! Isn't that funny and tragic at the same time?

Many photos look better after increasing the contrast but we lose something else-details. "All the details in the fabric, all the things that make you panic..." Contrast may blunt the sensivity. Without sensivity you can't see the details and if you don't see the details, can you know the whole?

Zen mood, Day 3

2011-06-05T19:55:00.000+02:00

This all Zen mood, as I call it, is not that simple as you might think. It's not that I levitate all day long, no. Zen mood comes in the afternoon, when sun is milder, air is a bit colder, thoughts are more serene. Then I put kettle on, grab pinch of jasmine tea, put it in a cup and pour hot water. Smell of the tea calms me down, I realize once again, that I'm the biggest stress for my self and I promise myself that from tomorrow I won't be in such a hurry, I won't be so lazy, I'll do what I have to do. The hardest change is the change of ourselves, our habits.

Zen mood, Day 2

2011-06-04T16:18:00.000+02:00

Another busy and warm day, again I'm drowning stresses and unimplemented plans in cup of jasmine tea. I'm not going out tonight, oh no, don't even ask me. This afternoon will be just for me, for things that should be done long time ago. The time will slow down, blood will calm down, thoughts will fall asleep, I'll get rest.

I read an interview with fashion designer, Jeremy Scott. He was asked about his inspirations, where he get them from? (Typicall question for designers!) I really like his answer- that it's impossible to explain. They come from nowhere and everywhere. I also like his approach to postmodernism- he accepts it and creates postmodern fashion. We live in postmodern times- he says- and that's so exciting!

I don't have that much enthusiasm for our times, I rather long the good old days. But maybe that's wrong way of thinking? "Maybe there were better times but these are ours".

Jasmine tea

2011-06-03T19:27:00.000+02:00

Mhmmm... Busy day. Train, post office, walk, dorm, elevator, school, car, vanilla ice cream, bus, walk, bookbinder, walk, dorm, sleep, walk, shop, walk, dorm, jasmine tea. It would be enough for me if I could erase all of it except train and jasmine tea. Just keep on traveling, watching sunny lands behind the window, drinking jasmine tea, reading "The Land of Green Plums", nothing more. Happiness is nothing complicated, you know? Especially when I'm in "Zen mood" like now. Is it sun, is it bliss, is it jasmine tea?

Summer, summer, summer!

2011-05-31T13:05:00.000+02:00

Summer is in the air. Air is sweet from acacias. My works caught more colours and light. I'm passionately glueing collages since yesterday. Last day of May today! Last days of my studies. Last homeworks, exams, deadlines. I'm dreaming of a...White Christmas? No, no! ;D Not yet, now I'm dreaming of an orange dress. This summer will be orange! Oh, how I want, miss, need sweet summer laziness... Walks without a goal, morning swimming in the lake, gallons of ice cream, dresses, dragonflies encountered in the forest, train trips. Summer storms, rainbows (maybe double? ;)), magic moments of meditation somewhere in nature.

Summer: Reactivation!

Naivete

2011-05-28T14:32:00.000+02:00

Some artists outface with their perfection and cause a feeling in you, that you'll never be good enough. Some artists, like Chagall, Klimt, Kahlo, Nolde just created, expressed what they had in minds, hearts, even if their art might seems naive. Yes, they had solid skills, they practiced a lot, but they protected their individuality and freshness.

Naivete. Do we need to be allknowing and always trendy? I don't even think it's possible, so why we're still pretending that nothing can surprise us? The ability of being enchanted is one of the most beautiful and human thing. What enchants me lately? Sketches of Hieronim Skurpski, Polish artist, taste of mustard, music found on fb profiles of my friends and the fact that summer will come soon!

Hoyden

2011-05-27T13:56:00.000+02:00

Poor guys, we stolen from their wardrobes trousers, suits, hats, even ties and even bow-ties and they can't pay back! Well, they try, but that doesn't look as well as our "crime" :)
Life has its unchangeable rules and is giving us homeworks to be done. One of them is childhood. You know, with all childish games and stupidities, small secrets and great adventures, mystery treasures and perfect hides, with soap bubbles, strawberry Mamba, swings, etc. Now I'm almost a graduate and I realized, that this homework is still undone! I decided not to postpone it any longer and do part of it today. Wandering along unknown paths? Eating whole bag of favourite cakes? Done! :)

Hats off? Hats on!

2011-05-25T13:56:00.000+02:00

Unwittingly I chose very trendy topic of my thesis- hats.While I was reading the history of hats, I regreted that the habit of wearing them disappeared. There were times when no one went out without a hat! But, actually, I don't remember when there were so many hats in shops like this season! Rakish straw hats (my must-have for the summer!), elegant broad-brimmed hats (I got white one for my b-day!), boyfriend's caps, etc. Today I went to the museum archives to make notes about the collection of hats from the interwar period. Twelve hats, each one different, some looking like new, some very damaged. I was delighted, felt like someone gave me original "Gioconda" to work with. I thought ;"I'd love to make something that will become a topic of someone else's thesis, something that will enchant someone from the future like these hats enchant me." Unfortunatelly I couldn't make photos, but when I'll get them from museum, I'll try to illustrate them. Ah!

Another wonderful thing I was amazed yesterday... And also for the thesis- fashion illustration from '20s and '30s... Etienne Drian, George Lepape, Paul Iribe, A.E. Marty, George Barbier, Umberto Brunelleschi... My new idols! Fashion illustration rocks my world! <3

Icon vs icon

2011-05-23T23:14:00.000+02:00

My sister.
Before invention of TV the only icons were those from the Orthodox east. Nowadays? Carousel with icons of pop culture- Marylin Monroe, Coca-Cola, Mickey Mouse, Barbie, Andy Warhol, Madonna, Michael Jackson, Harry Potter, McDonalds, etc. Which one do you choose for youself? Do we really identify with what we call an icon? How can you identify with food or plastic doll? I've read about so many style icons, that I forgot which one to follow. Overused words become meaningless. What do you really give, when you give your word? A guarantee or empty word? What do you really mean when you say you love? hate? know? understand? care?