Painting is a process.

For me sometimes long, and sometimes so quick, that I can not even be sure if this what is on canvas was created by me… like a nap, when you are sure, that for this whole time you were not sleeping…

Now I have 2 paintings to be done. Not big ones, not complicated, but coming from such places which really need time.

Which are old enough to teach us a lesson, which was never spoken… never heard, never written down. Which still can be called a mystery. The magical unknown, amazing and fragile, but ready to be uncovered.

… creating is a process. And sometimes it pushes me into the world still so complicated to me, still so angry and unknown… the world of waiting, and doing nothing. The world, which covers me, steals me from my today, to make me rest.

Comments are closed.