Heaven and hell have first of all a symbolic meaning for me. I was born into a family with Catholic traditions (with the exception of a few atheists and one Buddhist). I was born in a country where for many being Catholic is the status quo. For various individuals in Poland being a part of the Roman Catholic family is a criterion of being Polish too. If I was born in India in a Buddhist family hell and heaven would be for me just abstract, meaningless words.
The story of mouse, thatched cottage and Dunchideock by Kasia Turajczyk
A mouse (plural mice) is a small mammal belonging to the order of rodents. The best known mouse is of course the common house mouse. But in a case of Lyalls Cottage, the common species are the field mice. They have stood with us in the autumn and winter time and they are visiting us on regular bases every day in the spring, at the moment. Our mice are very keen on expensive chocolate. They also like very much my paintings, especially the ones which contain seeds. Often they are very timid face to face, but not always.
Since mice could be a perfect companion pets I don’t understand why some are so afraid for them. They can be playful, loving and can grow used to being handled. But I admit I didn’t try it with our field mice, no time for it.
My perception about the subject “mice and high culture” changed dramatically after the most recent event in my studio. I didn’t expect that a rodent would appreciate art! You see…..I was wrong. They do.
One of the agreements from the Four Agreements by Jose Ruiz says ‘do not make assumptions”. How true. I did not expect that mice would love art; my paintings particularly. Perhaps I shouldn’t have used so many tasty seeds? This painting (see the image) has been eaten by mice (I assume so, I hope that we have only mice here and no rats!). I assume that they were mice, I don’t expect bats or spiders would eat my painting, maybe I am wrong?
This is my new painting from the series 'The Personalities'. The title is ‘The Family’. Maybe I will bring some changes into it the next few days……I am not sure of it is ready or not.
It hurts me when I think about Haiti.
Every time when I think about the past of Haiti I get very angry .
Tragedy, love, blood, voodoo, anger, bloody history, freedom, colonialism, slavery, plunder, natural disaster and hope.
Lots of weird stuff in my painting.
I hope for better future for Haiti.
A radical shift in awareness, values,
and behaviour is required to meet the bright future.
The painting is 3D, it is acrylic + lots of impossible things; 114 h. cm x 74 b. cm
The money I will raise will go to Haiti.
This is my new project: The Personalities – using old CD's, acrylics, seeds and other weird stuff. At the moment it is just a concept, I have lots of ideas and some of them will be soon more then only ideas .:-)) I have painted more then 100 CD's till now. Some of them incredible nice, unusual, dark, funny, ugly, beautiful, colourful, sunny, green, blue, white, yellow, red, orange, angry, happy, cheerful, thoughtful – our characters, our personalities.
I learned to walk and I have walked
And I still walk…
Do I actually understand
How fortunate I am?
I can walk!
I can walk without help
And I walk using my own two legs
No prostheses, no walking stick
No artificial supports at all
Just my intention and my legs
My brain and my legs.
Usually I don’t think
About this fact, I don’t feel
This truth in such a way every day.
But it just so happens
That I am thinking about it now.
It seems so natural – walking.
Except in those moments when I see
David with his two prosthetic legs
And when I visit Ela
Her legs haven't moved for 15 years.
Then I feel how lucky I am.
I know I am independent
No diabetes and no MS
No accidents, no wars,
No natural disasters
I walk, I run, I jump, and
I trample on my left foot with my right foot
I move my body without begging for help
I can run away,
I can walk out whenever I wish.
Just a black swan phenomenon and
The unpredictability of luck.
It is the sensation
Of my fortunate perfection.
I am walking.
These are my feet.
Reflection of Marianna Sokól after attending my exhibition "From Fruit till Fantasy" in Lodz, Poland in 2009.
I would like to start by changing the name of the exhibition of Kasia Turajczyk. For me, ladies and gentlemen, the correct title should be “Poetry painted with a brush”. I needed a few days to digest the impressions that I got after visiting this exhibition of Kasia, and I bear them like the proverbial chicken with her egg.
