Tag: Study

Day 228. Catching Chaos

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…

Day 227. Playing God

Painting is playing God: creation beyond logic. The ultimate power is annihilation. Nothing empowers like destruction.

Day 226. It’s only the air

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.

Day 225. Everything is fueled by the sun

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.

Day 224. The most beautiful things happen in the shadows

Beautiful things happen in the shadows. Shadow is a sanctuary for thoughts that wish to remain hidden. Spirits forage among the leaves.

Day 222. Roots

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.

Day 221. Flesh, Bone, and Will

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.

Day 220. Concubines

— A Pan, drogi Prezesie, gdzie spędza te wakacje?

Day 216.

When we finally touched upon conceptual art during a contemporary art history lecture, it turned out that for every woman in the group, the subject was completely foreign….

Day 213.

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…

Day 212.

Done.

Day 210.

Dear Mr, Dear Doe, All quiet on the eastern front. Though it’s no walk in the park—exams are chasing me down: History and Science. I believe, after raising…

Day 209.

My dear, I’m having a wonderful time. Hope you’re catching at least a tiny spark of this joy of mine. I started a very charming picture (despite appearances,…

Day 208.

Dear Salvador,

Word has it you’ve already hit a wall with your silence. You’ve thrown yourself into work just to keep from thinking about me. That’s fine, take your time 🙂 In the meantime, I’ll write a little…

Day 207.

And so, my dear Salvador, led by the nose by powers we cannot comprehend, we have passed together, though separately, under the light of another full moon on…