Category: Oil paintings
Day 247 of Current Days: A severe case of a dog Who killed the Dog? Taxes. At Park Lane. Case study of a dog based on Monopoly game…
Day 245 of Current Days: Reheating My dear, let’s reheat this. It’s quite a good cutlet. Marleno, Marleno,posuń się, kochana,jak za dawnych, ciepłych nocypoleżmy znów do rana. Pod…
There are days when everything seems perfect. Good days lull your vigilance. They undermine such a meticulously woven sense of reality.
A skull viewed from the side always has the look of someone in a fine mood. A grin full of teeth.
We are at a club. Me, the rest of the class, and some other people I don’t know. Apparently, they know Staniec, because they are here today, and…
Farewell to Snow: Day 238 of Current Days. A reflection on parting with the creaking contrast, blinding cold, and the vivid shadows of winter. And light.
I am getting closer. To that elusive relationship between chaos and perfection. My lifestyle fuels the creation of such works. Catching chaos is my daily life. I managed…
Painting is playing God: creation beyond logic. The ultimate power is annihilation. Nothing empowers like destruction.
I rest my head on the pillow and try to steady my breath. I feel a chill on my cheek. It’s just fresh air, I tell myself, It’s only the air.
The reserve of solar energy I gathered in the summer is running out. I feel the depletion in my bones. Everything is fueled by the sun.
Beautiful things happen in the shadows. Shadow is a sanctuary for thoughts that wish to remain hidden. Spirits forage among the leaves.
I met her again recently. I don’t think of her as a specific individual, but rather as a template. A template of the mind.
It always puzzles me when people speak infantilly about angels. These beings of immense will and a morality that is too difficult for humans to grasp.
Dear, I’m thinking about the progress of the work. Painting has this quality where, unlike digital art, the history of a piece remains only in photographs (if one…
