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A new year – new beginnings
Sooo… a new year, as a blank canvas. What will I paint on it? Who knows? I did not have space to write a post about 2017 (because the last 4 days I bravely ventured in studio repairs), but it was a good year. Saturated. With good and not-so-good days. With precious inner work, with journeys, with learning to say ‘no’, with almost all paintings completed, with wisdom earned the hard way, with a string of minor but adorable moments, with shared ‘ordinary magic’ as a friend named them. I feel grateful for all of them.if there was something I learned during the last years, it was that I could…
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Thoughts in front of the fireplace
In front of the fireplace again. After a heady, enthusiastic, but also very tiring week of exhibition opening, meetings and conversations with beautiful people, physical exhaustion from packing and carrying up and down and back and forth of paintings and tons of catalogues, it is time for a well deserved breather. While I am staring at the hypnotizing flames I remember a recent article by Ani about her 101 things to be thankful for from the past year and without conscious intention I start to list mine… They are far from one hundred and one, but they are all beautiful. I am thankful for – the smoking coffee in the…
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The story behind the “Delicate and Passionate” exhibition
Every exhibition has a story, just like every painting in it. The story of “Delicate and Passionate” began in December 2014 when the British gallery owner Andrew Hillier contacted me with an invitation to work together in his new gallery, where I was going to exhibit next to artists like Vladimir Volegov, Andre Kohn, Atroshenko. During our discussions, the vision of the desired collection of paintings gradually started to take shape – oil canvases with more delicate stories and ones of the more passionate flamenco series. Alas, the joint project with the gallery did not come to fruition due to Andrew’s deteriorating health, but the idea of the collection of…
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“Art is not work; it’s playtime”
Months after leaving the tracks of the office work, I am starting to understand what it means to really enjoy what you do – in my case, to be a full-time artist. I might have a bias from a year and a half of editing, because lately I don’t have any need to express my emotions in words. and maybe this is because I feel purposeful and confident, owing to moving in the right direction… My thoughts are not scattered, they are actually quite arranged. due to the difference in the status quo (I don’t work in an office, but in a studio; and I communicate only with ‘colleagues’ whom…
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To be or not to be…
Despite the crazy times we live in, more and more people around me make the decision to ‘break the chains’, as many will put it, and to become self-employed. Just like any other important life decision, this one is accompanied by inner dialogues and nagging questions, which provoke us to stand up for the decision ‘correctness’ every single day. We are justifying this decision before ourselves, not before the outside world. I suppose this inner turmoil is experienced to varying extent by all freelancers. Thus I would like to share the following interesting posts with those of you who experience anguish about the independent professional life: Daniel Sroka: Surviving as an…
