End of May

How can it be…

Already…

End of May? I mean really, when it happened? Half of year gone?

Half of such a sad one.

But to be honest, still, it was spring.

… spring…

Time for rebirth, change… okay, not my favorite time of year.

Nope.

Somehow I prefer the darkness not the light.

Although… sometimes, when it comes to photos, the light is so crucial.

Sometimes.

And sometimes, somehow, I just wanna hide here… in the woods.

Between those branches, trunks, between all those huge, amazing trees.

And leaves…

Because somehow the woods heal…

I am

I am too far from everything recently.

Somehow I do not want to be here and now… really be.

I am desperately trying to find a place in my head which I haven’t visited in a while. Or maybe there is still something to discover and… hide there. Create again another dream, another world, which in fact has some inspirations from this world, though… changes which I am introducing to it… can be shocking.

Yes, it is again a talk about inspirations and you…

You who can dream out everything.

In your head there are spots which can surprise you and… they are only for you. You and only you. It sounds selfish maybe, maybe it does sound like it, still… why not to be selfish in your own head? Find a quiet place or go into the woodlands. They can help you do a little research on yourself.

In your head.

They really can!

And this what you will find, create, will be only for you. And none can take it from you, ever… except yourself by deciding… not to dream. Not to use imagination, not to be sometimes… even more yourself.

Even more…

So sorry?

I am so sorry, that I need money.

So sorry, that my bills do not disappear in an ass of a very noncommercial unicorn.

Sorry.

Yes, I need money. This is why I create art, to earn for living and my own research. This is why my photos, which you can find on my blogs and Facebook pages and Instagram, are for sale and I have two shops on Teespring.

Here is one…

And here other one. Yes, I have problems with taking money for my work… why? Because I was taught that I should do everything to please others not myself. Myself can die of it is for good of others… and then I started to think for myself and figured out, that maybe I could be important too?

Sooo…

See… most of artists, those who do everything, put a piece of themselves in every piece, they are fragile. We are fragile. Most of us are scared of criticism, hate, and money too… we do not get them. I mean… we get creating, we will be working for hours on one piece to make it perfect, though when it comes to pricing…

Yeah…

You still prefer fake Chanel, which is often even not metal anymore, than true silver, someone one and only piece. And this is why we feel… suicidal. Yes, I am suicidal and I am not writing it here to make you feel sorry for me. This is how I am. I struggle with depression, anxiety and autism, and… bunch of other stuff, and it grows thanks to those LOVELY times we have… yes this is sarcasm.

It is getting worse and checking on my talented friends… they feel the same. Scared, feeling unworthy… Sooo…

Sooo… why am I writing it?

No idea. For sure TLDR, right.

LOVELY times.

The window…

Is it more important what you see through it…

Or maybe…

More important what is in it?

Or…

Maybe nothing is important, because everything is about watching you?

Everything.

About the light which peeks…

Every morning or evening or… all day round.

Or maybe…

Maybe…

To be honest, we put the walls and try make them not see through, but then, we need light so we have windows and… walls are thicker and thicker, in some of us windows are tinier and tinier…

And sometimes we even close the doors…

Forever.

Doors to our hearts, minds, doors inside of us. In our heads, minds, we close memories to never think about something again… never…

Or maybe…

Memories create us?

Maybe too many doors and windows tells a lot about us? Also boxes… everything… Maybe we should open up… or maybe… in fact never open too much. Never! Because the world just sucks… except the history and far away past and…

Rocks, runes, ruins…

Runes and ruins

Somehow…

I always find something new here.

Somehow, though there is also a church here, I am not burning.

You know, witchy thing.

LOL

But runes… Odin gave up his eye for them… and still, those writings… I mean, better not to know what is written.

Somehow runes always look better and more magical when you do not know what is written there. Trust me…

Secrets are cool.

Amazing, from another world.

Sometimes knowing too much can destroy a fairy tale… a story about people from another times who knew… more about nature.

Knew more about everything.

And ruins, which were build so much by hand.

Which still have sweat on.

And tears…

Truly.

The past is also now… we only have different toys to play.

More trees

How is it?

I mean really…

Is it in some people’s DNA… is it our ancestors leftovers?

Or maybe just a coincidence? Though I do not believe in coincidences.

Nope.

Not at all.

There got to be something more.

In some of us.

Because… some of us love trees obviously. And some are obsessed. Feel much better in the wilderness than in so called civilization.

Truly.

And find pieces, bits and bobs which are breathtaking, because… nature is. And they are. And everything, every piece of the woods, forests, wilderness… everything, if a human being did not managed to destroy or change it…

Is everything.

Is such a joy.

And…

Head of a stoned dragon… can be found here.

Oh come on, tell me you do not see a huge lizard’s head here. LOL

And…

To be honest, I know wilderness bites and can be scary, but for me less scary than bank… or politicians!

Strength

It was still winter, when I met this piece.

Still dark, but also warm, weird, omening something…

What later happened, but… I am not about it. I am here to show you how everything difference when it is black and white and grey… and when it is full of colors.. How colors change sometimes even our way of thinking.

But in those woods is something more.

It is one of those places which are left alone… to be themselves.

So… no cutting.

Just winds… naturally.

Of course it is a huge experiment, lie everything here, so new, so… oh come on… we need wilderness. Untouched. Hugging us…

All those creations, shapes and mystery shadows touching places which are visible only in a corner of your eye… so refreshing.

So free.

We need freedom… Freedom for the woods!!!

Let them brake, grow, sing their own songs and create new tales!

We need them!!!

Hope

To be honest… there is always something surprising, unaccepted… in the woods. Always something…

Meaningful.

Beautiful.

Surprising even.

So symbolic, like this hear shaped trunk. Piece of wood, which already had been inhabited…

By magic.

By colors, shapes and just so became a piece of art… though for me every tree is one! Always and forever!

Because in trees there is hope and somehow communications is so much easier…

But looking at this piece growing from this reminiscence of a tree… is everything you need to know about power, hope and strength.

And of course, I had, had to put this one to be a piece of my Teespring merch. https://teespring.com/hope-is-here-clothes?tsmac=store&tsmic=chepcher-jones-2&pid=791&cid=103531If you want to keep the woods in you, check my shop. It is waiting for you…

Always waiting…

Always…

Trees

I love trees.

Obsessively.

I cry when people cut them, and I feel the best when I can plant or buy more.

If you want to give me something, buy books, trees and silver…

I am that simple.

I can get crazy about a pine tree in a garden shop.

Recently even an olive one caught my eye.

But the most amazing feeling is when you grow a tree from a seed… as a kid I was one of those planting, now woods. Yeah, we used to do it in school. You know, no lessons, just a trip into wilderness.

LOL

We were also working on the field… communism.

But trees… I mean, how can you be against them?

I mean… they are us. Or maybe we are those relatives which are not often invited to the parties only because, we do not get the signals?

Or just…

Are too noisy and weird.

Maybe…

In the woods, I fell at home.

Somehow in all of them!

I paint…

Of course I still paint, but…

I began to feel so uncertain with it, somehow shy, somehow… I do not want to show it off to anyone, I do not want any criticism…

And then I look at this the most expensive painting, which is just a square… on canvas and I rethink myself, and then again, I feel not good. Not even worthy. I feel unnecessary… I feel bad… or maybe just me…

Still, this is our new piece for a new home.

It is called “The Path”, and of course it changes depending on light or the corner you look at this, from…

It dances, speaks…

And I am still embarrassed showing it.

After all these years of learning… years of painting…

I am still… or just again?

I am not in a good place, not at all.

And nothing people say can change it. Truly. I do not think my art is crucial, or at least necessary to this world.

But for me?

Maybe it is only about me?

Maybe I need my art, and not another piece from China, which they stole from one of the artists? Printed on a cheap paper… Yeah, they do it. Or another picture of a fucking cheese plant leaf which is so freaking popular now. In gold of course… because… To be honest, come on, you all will buy something what others have than something unique only because it shows off the price…

You are so sad people… have you ever seen a happiness in the eyes of an older man which you pay and praise for art he created which you take home. And you are one and only to have it! A piece of someones soul…

Have you?

I had… and I will do it again.