Malmö

Sooo yeah…

Here everything is so arty.

Okay, maybe not everywhere, not every part, though…

If you blink, if you squint if…

It can be magic.

Somehow.

And then… it is magic.

Just because it is.

Especially, when there is no people around, only those walls… knowing so much, all those stories, all those…

Passages…

To another realms.

And more art…

Cute, colorful, amazing.

And wooden… Okay, I never was able to walk in those LOL

Big art 2

Malmö.

Still those two walls, but now…

A girl by Natalia Rake. Check this page for more.

Reading.

This one is so close to me, obsessed with books.

Not only because I was also born in Poland like the author of this piece.

I mean… really, this city rocks when it comes to art.

I am so coming back again…

Just because…

They also have shops with moose and polar bears, come on… this is life! Books, art and spirit animals.

Here is again… a piece I talked before, by Ola Kalnins: “I’ve always thought public art is extremely important, but more so today than ever. We are constantly surrounded by advertisements, and it is as if the public doesn’t own the public space. It’s great to have art in your apartment or home, but it is not something that should only be enjoyed by the elite. Having art and culture in the public makes it something we consciously or subconsciously share. People need to feel a connection to our public space in order to give our society a soul. The biggest benefit of public art is that it brings a city to life, and brings people together.”

They both are such an amazing combination of old and new, still perfectly creating together one story… of this world, this place, diversity…

Fullness and freedom.

And fairy tales… myths and legends.

Big art

Malmö.

I mean really, if you ask me, very underestimated city. Yes, it has huge buildings and a shopping mall but also…

Is full of art.

And I am not only talking about little cottages, amazing parks and sculptures… awesome huge sculptures!!!

Today I am talking about a big picture.

In fact two…

You can find them… oh my, no idea where, close to main market… and there is a cool parking place…

And two buildings have the amazing, colorful, diverse pictures on them…

Just available for everyone.

All you have to do is to… look, notice them.

What I noticed, not many people in fact noticed them. Saw, admired, somehow… I do not know, felt them…

For me… it is a treasure.

Every time I come here I notice something new.

Something… more.

September

I think that… okay, it is that 2020, year we will never forget, but…

BUT…

BUT!

WTF?! September, already?

Are you kidding me?

I mean really… went for a week and suddenly it is September already? What is wrong with you people? Who ordered that? Okay, maybe I wanted cold but not necessarily end of the year already! Because… I mean, no offense, but I have no trust no faith in me… and I am scared of 2021. Truly…

Because somehow everything can be worse.

Oh yeah.

Today one of my favorite snow globes just blow out… I mean, how, why, where is the reason, where is the…

I mean, lack of luck, I get it, I have it… I am sick on it and with it. It is a part of me always laughing and wobbling…

And apples fall down of our apple tree.

Like…

I mean… so much unknown suddenly hitting me, too much unknown. Too many photos killed my arm, sooo… I mean really, what will September bring? What if there will be no winter? Again?

Or…

The light

I have n driving license and it is not only because of my eyesight.

It is mostly because I do not get it.

Okay, you have the power, but also a huge responsibility for those in a car and those around you…

And you can not watch the surroundings, and they can be so breathtaking.

So amazing, especially, when like today, in a place I was, which I will tell you about soon… highway… I was watching a spectacle of light and storm around me, of clouds dancing and trees, which were so close, but only theirs tops you could touch… because we were up, and the ground was far away down…

And I could see it all, dancing around me because in fact the highway was quite empty… the speed? Nope, did not feel it, I saw the sky changing, opening and closing, I saw the fields being dark and then bright green again and the trees…

… some not moving, some like… waving…

… and some…

I saw this everything…

When was the last time you gave yourself time to just sit down and watch the light? Dancing, touching, cuddling, playing…

When was it?

On a beach

Oh yes, what I just heard… people can be really nasty when it comes to beaches, beach body, shaming, etc.

Especially women to women.

Especially…

In this age of respecting everyone in every shape, color and diversity… in this age when everything is okay, arty souls should be blooming still… all people see is: oh, you got fat or you got slimmer, cool… yes, I am sarcastic, I am so pissed on all those organizations and movements… not in fact truly about rights, loving each other. Truly holding hands… oh yeah, those times, no holding hands, right…

In this age…

I have a friend who is dying.

Okay, to be honest, we all are somehow, with every day… but still, she got so slim and people are praising her for this. Then she answers them with a smile: oh yes, I am dying. Fun, right? The best diet! I have no idea if she is still sarcastic or is not… if she is still because that virus thing made us all…

Yeah…

I remember my time when I got almost a skeleton… I lost about 70 kilograms. Luckily, though my brain will not admit it, I got some back because living was not possible for me anymore. And yes, I was sick… and still I remember people so amazed by my loose skin, and pants… size young teenager.

Yeah…

To be honest, this is one of the things which I love my Island for… that we have beaches and on them naked people, older people. With bodies which are not perfect. Beautiful people, if you mean modern standards, or beautiful, if you think about other standards, ancient even, because… because there are many of them. To be honest something for everyone everywhere, right?

Or maybe?

Or maybe…

Not caring about it how anyone else looks make you so free. There is only you and the long beach, where is maybe someone else, or maybe none. Not in my dimension… there is only this clean water, my man and… oh my, look at that hairy stone, so beautiful… much more amazing than we all.

Naked or dressed up…

Why not caring about fun? Your own fun, save fun… because remember, the sea is a tricky being. Very tricky. And our lives, they are now, now important, not in few days, not because you have a pound or more too many… too big boobs, too small, long hair, short hair, shaved, not… who the fuck cares? Why others care about my shaved legs and why it claims that I am a true woman?

WTF?

Traveling…

Oh yes… we had to travel while this whole pandemic.

And it was awful, overwhelming and somehow after weeks, closed at home… to be honest, wait, it is my normal life… being scared of people.

Somehow so weird.

Or freeing?

No idea.

But somehow, it was so exciting.

Too exciting.

Am I crazy, or what?

Crazy, this is the right answer.

But look at those salty tears… they missed us, the sea missed us… the great, deep abyss… everything, everywhere…

Yes, of course we had all tho doings like sanitizes, social distancing, etc. you know the drill… it is coming back…

After few months when tourists were here dancing as they wanted… we have masks now. I mean… really? Sooo… why me, who was at home, etc… meeting trees not humans, now have to leave for a moment… How am I suppose to do it if you all do not care about… exactly, about what? Your or mine safety?

Our…

Maybe…

Will it be empty again?

Closed?

Will it…

Sea pictures 2

It is like…

They keep changing, they are so alive.

I mean really.

And all those shapes create most expressing images. In which everyone sees something different…

If only…

Stops for a moment.

And feels them… maybe even speaks to them.

Because this is art.

Art by nature, art by sea and boats, art… for free.

The sea is a museum… not only of human leftovers but also of… somehow another worlds. Another dimensions…

Hidden behind the veil.

Sooo… good. Not ready to pop out.

Knowing humanity too well.

For sure.

Knowing, but still… creating.


Still…

Because when you are an artist, you just have to create.

There is nothing to stop you. Truly nothing. Even if there is no paint, no stone, no wood, there is always something else.

When there is a need, there are tools. Not fancy, not expensive. Nope… you do not need them. All you need is… you.

You being able to notice more than others.

Sea pictures

When the sea got something above or under…

It creates pictures.

Perfect ones.

Amazing and stunning, totally OOAK.

Changing all the time…

And sometimes…

Freezing for a moment, so you can just look and look and look…

And think…

Rethink everything.

Every kind of art.

Every framing… you just wanna keep it and hang on the wall…

But then, why…

What for?

Because there will be more.

Will be…

You only got to get patient.

And look for them a bit or let them surprise you…

And…

And sometimes you can not even move.

Physically and mentally.

You just can not.

Do not even think about future, past is too heavy sitting on your arms, surrounding your head like an evil, thick fog. Like something you never were aware of but was here and there always. Was… and will be. It is a part of you. You know that but you learn how to live with it. Or maybe even hope that you changed it…

Somehow…

But nope, it attacks you when you think everything is okay.

It attacks even when you have no answer…

… hits with anxiety and makes you feel, and sometimes even look like a vegetable. I look like white, round cabbage. Truly… and yes, I am trying now to say it somehow more lightly, somehow…

And then something “good” happens and you somehow almost fly over the ground… and then, it straightness. Why? WTF! You wanted it, you prepared yourself, you were ready… and nope. Boots on your feet but you know you will not go out. Nope, not now, not maybe ever… just no.

Sooo… you do everything to minimize it…

And you fail again.

People say that neurodiversity is… well, maybe listen to Eb, he gets it, I still do not. I have since… well always, but in the past I was just a weird kid, artistic, confused when someone took her books, focused on science… and always scared.

Still am.