Art - a faithful friend

Hi, I promised to post something on the blog, but I failed to do so 'cause my life is changing and I like to feel inspired to write anything. The corona-virus scares people and I also belong to this group. Today I want to come back to my meditation on art. I'm fascinated with it. To me art is a faithful friend who accepts you the way you are. Either you are crying or you are full of joy, in every moment of your life you create (even bad emotions). Art is so omnipresent. It doesn't necessarily mean painting, it can also mean working with clay, sculpting or building planes from little pieces. Art is everywhere, in your gesture, smile, step. Creation is the act of living.

Below is one of my thesis paintings made in oil and acrilic paints, 50x70 cm, on a wooden board. It hasn't been sold yet. I adore it. It shows a small canal, actually full of dirt near the place I was staying at in Amsterdam.

Happy Sunday:))

 

 

 Just hello

Today I don't have a special title. Just simply I'm trying to greet you. My life is changing. I discover new possibilities in life (in fear actually). What I mean by this is trying to earn some money to buy paints, because they are running out. I've noticed that I relied very hard on my parents pointlessly. They are older and want to live freely, not being economically chained to their daughter. I still have some paintings to show. They are from my thesis. I adore them. They are my greatest achievements.

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 Picasso - was he a genious?

For some time I have been walking to and fro thinking what post should I write next. It was not an easy idea, 'cause how long am I going to ramble on art and being an artist. I don't want to bore you to death with my musings. This time I want to tell you about a book written by Marina Picasso titeled "My grandpa Picasso". The book I read not long ago as a kind of break from what I did  this year. The reading stuff is full of pain and disappointment. It was not what I expected. At the university it was hammered into my mind that Picasso was a genious with broadened horizons, a hard-working artist. In the book by his granddaughter he is depicted as a weirdo, avoing everyone, a monster depriving his partners of life powers. The anguish of Picasso's granddaughter is so great and deep that inside you feel how the world was wrong about that gigantic creator. I feel sorry for Marina - the truth is always painful - but she got what she hadn't been waiting for - a great fortune inherited from Marina's grandpa. (part of which she got rid of). She used that heap of money to set up an orphanaged for Vietnamese children - 2 of them Marina adopted herself. In this way she wanted to compensate for her life deprived of love and safety. At the end you want to ask yourself - Was it really worth it? The question is left unanswered.

Below you see one of my paintings done in acrilic paint, 50x70 cm, on a wooden board. It shows Amsterdam, one of its canals. Everything what I am trying to present to you is from my thesis that took place this year in September. Actually this painting I gave somebody as a gift.

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 Why I have chosen painting

For many years I have been dealing with painting. It is not something I must do for a living. I don't treat it as a source of income. I treat it as a pleasure. It is something sensual when you stand in front of a wooden board and feel the touch of paint on your fingers. Being somebody who creates - This is what I have chosen. Apart from sensuality what attracts me the most is great freedom which gives me painting. I feel that art gave me that pleasure to be who I want to be, not better or worse, be myself. Many events deterred me from painting like going on those artistic meetings where everybody paint a given topic listening to the teacher who corrects them harshly. I wasn't good at it and resented it immensly. Art is freedom to me. It is not wrong to use paint like a coloured pencil and draw with it. I don't see anything wrong with it and many times in my school years I was corrected for that. To me it is ridiculous, but school is for shaping you the way the educational system requires. There is no other way and those who rebel are suppressed.

Below You can admire one of my thesis paintings showing Amsterdam, brownish Amsterdam. 50x70 cm, on a wooden board, oil paints.

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 What art is to me

In this post I thought there should be some throughts about art. I have thought over many issues concerning art. What is art? What should be taken into consideration when you are an artist? What rules govern the art market? These questions seem to be elusive. There are no simple answers. Let's take the most general idea what art is. Art is more than the generation of works of art. It has the beginnings in the thinking process. First you think and then you process thoughts into an art piece. Always as a teenager or later as an adult I took refuge in art unconsciously  by drawing then painting which commenced when I was 33. It is amazing that one my decision to start doing art stuff transformed my life completely. At my studies I didn't excel in any way but deep down in my heart I knew that no matter what I will paint and draw. Still I feel this core feeling inside me. I sense that this is what I am. My paintings are like blood cells. They are part of me and if you contemplate the decision of starting an art education I'm telling you: go for it! Don't think long enough to back up. Take your pick. My choice did't change my earnings (maybe from time to time), but it gave me a chance to do something professionally and with courage (sometimes lack of it). I knew what is on my way. Hardships, rejections, poverty, judgements. But no matter what I'm all for that.

Below you can see one of my paintings from my thesis depicting the sights of Amsterdam. It is in oil, 70x50 cm, on a wooden board. It shows how brown Amsterdam is.

Happy Friday

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