In love with life

 I'm hopelessly in love...with life. Damn you life, I just can't stop loving you! Flowers, cups of coffee, movies, poems, big and small surprises, amazing stories, dragonflies, dreams, smell of mown grass, walks in falling snow, friends, running, mountains, sea, lakes, forests, dance, laugh, smile, tears, successes and failures, the deep sense of everything that happened in the past. 
  And tonight we'll start a New Year together, my dear Life. As always together, till the very end. I wish you to surprise me, to amaze me, to embrace me with all you are. Let's use the time given to us best as possible!

Tetris master

I became a Tetris master today. After few days at work as a help in packing shoping, I know perfectly how to lay things in bag to take as little space as possible ;) But pratice started looong time ago. Arranging, composing, fitting. Our human everyday routine. Arrange meetings with people we don't want to meet, compose our outfits to look perfectly, fit into social standards. What's left for us, then? Sleepless nights, crowds on sales, depressions, becouse we'll never fit perfectly into huge puzzle called life. There'll be always something in the wrong place and maybe that's the point?

Page from a notebook

If there'll be something left after me, for sure that will be my notebooks. Innumerable amounts of paper sheets and "something" on them. Signs of pencil, brush, marker, felt-tip pen, watercolor, ... Plus much more important things:my feelings, ideas, moods, inspirations, adventures, wishes, dreams.
I found a moving poem yesterday in "Tears for water. Songbook of poems & lyrics." by Alicia Keys. It made me think that what's the most personal in us, is at the same time the most universal for everyone in the world. I found myself in Keys' words:

"I'm a prisoner
Of words unsaid
Just lonely feelings
Locked away in my head
I trap myself further
Every time I stay quiet
I should start to speak
But I stop and stay silent
And now I've made
My own hard bed
Inside a prison of words unsaid
(...)
I'm a prisoner of the worst kind, in fact
A prisoner of compromise
A prisoner of compassion
A prisoner of kindness
A prisoner of expectation
A prisoner of my youth (...)"

What's unsaid in my life, flows out of me on paper.

Un grain de folie

Does a real artist need to be a junkie, drunk, gambler, womanizer, etc.? Not necessarily, but while studying great artists biographies, you can get the impression, that all of them were madmen. As far as I see myself (maybe I'm very wrong... ;)) I should have complexes, that I'm too normal...  Or maybe madness will come with age and amounts of paintings? No, wait...maybe paintings will come with amounts of stimulants? Or stimulants with madness? I got lost... So by now I'll stay in my own imaginary world-maybe it's frantic enough.

Things that taste the best

Things that happen for the first time. Imperfect, but perfect. Unprofesional, but honest. Passing faster than you can notice, but staying in memory forever.  Clumsy, but fresh.

Such a pity that we're losing subtlety in the way we see things. Meadow full of flowers is washed out of colours in comparison with supermarket shelves. We don't mind adverts everywhere on the streets, covering interesting antique architecture. Our houses are full of  plastic-fantastic trash, delivered straight from China. 

Heart of a stone

Stone has a heart. Deep inside, perfectly protected, it beats. Beautiful song about calm life under cold fresh water or high in the mountains. Hides long history inside, but is perfectly modest and secretive. No one requires honesty from a stone, it's unnoticed. Unnoticed witness of life.

Dresses are never enough

 No matter how diverse is your wardrobe-there's never enough dresses in. It's my latest discovery: DRESS. The best part of women's clothing. Mini, midi, maxi. Little black dress. All colours of the rainbow. Different styles-hippie, casual, formal, summer, winter, sexy, mommy, loose, tight, long sleeve, no sleeve, etc.
 Sometimes I wish I could live in XIXth century-no trousers, only dresses. Or, more likely, in '20 of the XXth.
P.S. Do you know why this subject? I just found perfect dress for my exhibition opening last week ;)