The Sensation of Walking

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.

by Kasia B. Turajczyk

Dunchideock, January 2010

I am horribly lazy. It is a terrifying fact that my laziness is more than normal; it is more like a cosmic laziness.  My lethargy is not only physical  but first of all intellectual.

It took me several weeks to write down these few sentences and even than I had to force myself.

Let my new painting testify to my indolence.  A new painitng? Hm….. In some way it is new.

The title of the new work is "The past and the future". This Past represents an old abstract oil painting. But at the moment that I placed it on a big, white space of the canvas it became a new painting. The white is the future. I am thinking about framing it in a transparent frame. Maybe Plexiglas. I am curious about this idea. Or maybe in a black frame, since our future is limited by death. However why should death be black? Maybe death is colourful and elusive, like a rainbow?

My Past and My Future, in a black frame – 2009; oil on canvas + canvas

in a plexiglas frame

in 'a rainbow' frame

I am painting millions paintings in my brain

I don't sleep. I can't sleep.

As a substitute for a sleep I imagine that I paint and

Indeed I am painting millions paintings in my brain.

My brain creates millions images and impressions in my memory

My memory is trying to remember my dreams and my visions.

My hands are drawing the encoded scraps of the past reality in my sleepless grey matter -

the wonderful past reality of those nights when I had been painting millions paintings in my brain.

I want to go to bed and sleep but I can't sleep when I am in bed. My brain hurts me.

My eyes want to turn off my brain, my mind hurts me, dreams, dream i want to dream you.

Please my brain, please let me go asleep and let me dream the dream that I am painting millions paintings in my brain.

©kbt 2008

Kasia, Mintaka and a sleepless night

©kbt 2008 -mixed media