O combinație de trei tablouri: ”Wild Soul”, ”Flight” și ”Chestnut”. Aceaste lucrări sunt printuri după lucrările originale desenate de mine în tehnică tradițională, culori acrilice și tuș negru, pe hârtie.
Hârtie: albă, mată, fină, grosime 300gr.
Ramă: ca cea din imagine, ușoară, din MDF, iar în loc de sticlă are protecție frontală din plastic durabil pentru mai multă siguranță (se poate folosi fără griji și în camera copiilor)
(disponibile doar în engleză)
Wild Soul (Frunza de arțar)
Este o lucrare creată în timpul izolării datorită pandemiei de covid19, o perioadă care mi-a adus multe schimbări și trăiri interioare:
My body is trapped between four walls, but my soul is traveling places. Places I’ve been, places I still remember, places I’m imagining.
My body can’t feel the mountains, but my soul can feel their force.
My body can’t see the fire sparks, but my soul can hear the sounds.
My body can’t feel the chilly morning air, but my soul can feel the coziness of the sleeping bag.
My body can’t feel the tickling on my barefoot feet, but my soul can smell the
My body can’t see the moon and stars on the clear sky, but my soul can fly among them.
My body can’t get out of these four walls, but my soul goes wild.
Flight (Frunza de stejar)
I always dreamed about flying among the stars, see them flickering around me. But how should I do that? Should I try to go far high through the big sky or should I swim into the cold, deep waters? Because, you know, the water and the sky have a special connection.
No. I’m gonna grow into an oak tree; I'll be strong and still. I’m gonna spread my roots into the darkness of the earth and lift up my branches until I feel the sky. And then! Then the stars will flow right through me.
Chestnut (Frunza de castan)
When the chestnut seed grows, it is very well protected by a thin, strong shell with multiple spikes pointing outside to whatever wants to harm it. The seed keeps this armor until they grow and are strong enough to meet the outside challenges, meet the wildness and the unknown.
I too have a spiky armor and a full army to protect me. They sometimes think I am in trouble and can't handle a situation, so they fire with angry words and strong feelings, judgments, and critics, actions to run away or withdraw.
So, dear spiky-soldiers,
Thank you for all your help that kept me safe all these years, from just a baby to an adult. I'm all grown up now, your strategy of fighting doesn't apply in my adult life. I won't ask you to leave, just don't hurry to fire; stay there, watch and learn to trust that I can handle it. I know what to do, just give me the space I need to see it.
Soldiers! Fall Out!
Notă: imagini de interior realizate de Katarzyna Bialasiewicz