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The mind of economist, the soul of artist. This is my moodboard showcase of creative findings on a travelling route.

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Bye

Saying “goodbye” sounds better without being conscious it is the last time we see each other. Consciousness changes the taste - like espresso after the dinner.

Although, that time it left me just strong, bitter sensation. Magic essence of vanilia-blond flavour in life has dissapeared. It has never happened before and suddenly occured, without telenovela nor any special effects added. Just simply, he shot the inspiration with the gun of speech. I survived the day with the only packet of cookies. Such inner emptiness took away the energy and all the passion, even for a final hug. And so it is... the travel goes on cold. Love is the journey, life is just a trip. I overpaid the last ticket.

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The sunset pulled out something of the artist. I felt it. It was re-birth of inspiration. The sky was changing colors. Not just once, but day by day.

Ethnic music was the soundtrack in this surrounding. The inspiration was coming with whisper of the wind… she had Indian spirit. However, she came raw, without any additional mixtures added, like make up.

The artist was painting her. Slowly and controlled but he let it go to. Plain canvas were changing as the artist was putting his energy into that. The transformation was fun. She was shining in colors, dropping feathers of her hair.

He was playing with light and shadow. So was she by posing. They were both creators actually, keen on experimentation between fantasy and reality.

Lines of paintbrush became intensive. Either the artist treated her as a muse or he wanted to expose himself…

Then, the picture stayed untouched. It was done. She left.  However, viewers were still looking, admiring the beauty of the painting from the distance.

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Palette

There was sunset…

Colours. Flow of sounds. Emotions draw motions… stop-motion. Connect these parts.

Man and woman. Swan. Diving under the world. With white, long neck. Birds. Flying high. In heaven. Drops of water. Come. Blossom like the flower. Grace. After grey days. Exhausted. Lost. Lust. Paths. Life.

Still apart. Leaves are lying at the seaside. Memories. Whisper of the wind. Music says…about that horse. Ride into the sunset. Look back with no remorse…

Did you open your eyes while you were looking at that wonder of nature? Look for sunrise.

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Beautiful things die fast.

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The world is our ground. Destiny lies above us. We live here, in space, between time. Dream is destiny. This is the mission in us.

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The atmosphere of Wanchai underground art has widespread making the mind more floating. There was new inspiration coming to inner feeling of the tiring existence. In this space the eyes have crossed again. White and black. Like a mirror in the rush of passing people through life’s race.

Sharp lines, raven hair, headline-grabbing eyes in the muscular body have been transformed into unclear state… It was enchanting as it has released the metaphysical sensibility of him. It lasted quite considerable moment. The melting-emotional state of the person in the above picture seemed real. It has opened up the flow of series. I’ve got impressed by the artist.

Looking at the set of pictures we have a feeling the moments are frozen. That’s how it is called; "The frozen fusion series” represent a young man and woman that pose together but separate as they look at different directions. This play makes me think about Valtari film experiment by Christian Larson. Watching the context upside-down, we are able to get the point. It is artistic mirror of our reality – dance of a couple with all these thoughts, fascination, emotions, lights that come to a common choreography full of passionate movements. It ends up with pose of having sb in the back and looking straight forward at one’s direction, fighting own life.

Time is such a precious part of our life. To be able to freeze a moment whatever it is conjured or spontaneous it is a gift.

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I would suggest you to turn on this song while reading the following essay...  

An artist is individualist. It is about different perception of the surrounding world. Everyday’s life is transformed to looking for special experience and lasting in it. It comes to spiritual form of being, not religion rules. It is about sense of freedom. Out of any scheme. Such existence is airy-fairy. It is overwhelming though. Emotional impulses are over rational balance. There is noise around, people waste words, constant calculations… Capitalism. The world is full of delusions of grandeur of oneself. The artist escapes from this world and shows subjective truth. That is outsider who does not have to use painting to communicate but the nuances in-between the perception of sight.

The artist is observer who looks for contrasts in life. Existence between water and fire brings the palette of colours to one’s soul and release the inner power for creation of things. Hope is all the artist needs to create. Art shall always be progressive. Even if artwork fills one’s mind with depression.

Love is a killer and the hope as well. Emotional movements come to inner earthquake. That is the reason of being. Trauma, hapiness... the movement...moments and reminiscences. Love is inspiration. It is everywhere or nowhere.

The artist is a magnet, the muse. Being an artist is art itself. No one’s perception is the same, therefore everyone is an artist.

The above essay of mine comes out of the inspiration which I found at The Stallery gallery in old Wan Chai district in Hong Kong, next to Hong Kong House of Stories. The author of the photo is Ernest Chang. You may check “The artist Manifesto” as well as artworks at the following link.

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What is fashion? Clothes that make people. People that make clothes. All is seasonal. Ephemeral. We can see the form of speech – Unspeechless communication. There they are – actors without voice. Vivid manekins. They turn out the world. They present the form of the message. It provides style with sophisticated flavor. It is about the pose. Apart of that it is quite empty.

It is my FASHION interpretation.

Photo: Coco Rocha for Schön! Magazine

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Above photos are showing where I am right now - Kuala Lumpur. The country that is independet just from 1957 year. The symbol of the city are Petronas Towers, which were inspired by Islamic Qutub Minar architecture blended with a contemporary style. The tower interior portrays Malaysian identity with the mixture of traditional craft like songket wearing and pandanous leave design.

The art exhibition that I have found inside - at Galeri Petronas - is presenting youth artworks located at empty walls of few big buildings in KL, as well as, process of making the project #tanahairku There is one of a teaser: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K8zd-LRma8o

The street art concentrates on transforming the feeling of being young, independent nation. Symbolism is a portrait of Malaysians - united and enriched by diverse backgrounds and heritage. There is stength in that. The colourful graffiti represents spirit, energy and tenacity of the youth, as they embrace the nation’s independence and shape the Malaysia that they want to inherit in the future.

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The most wonderful thing is to exist in constant amazement - to discover a charming secret of own life while moving and let oneself to experience joy of every precious moment.

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It's not true that I am ugly. It's not true there's always fog above me. It's not true that I am cold, and that I think about money. What do you take me for? I'm Milan. And I'm a beautiful lady.

("A day in Milan" Rafaella Rietman and Michele Tranquillini)

Przeczytaj arytukł o Mediolanie

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Architectural labirynth

Every famous city has spacious structure - it is part of personality of the city. It visualizes style, state of mind and lifestyle of habitants. Buildings make common integrity - it is like they gather and talk or stay apart with pride and sense for adorable vanity, if it is not about those forgotten. Some buildings stand out - these are often "artists" of the city - they gather queues of people around every day.

Surroundings affect us when we walk and watch through a window. Architectural composition doesn't always have the connection, sometimes it seems chaotic. We can get lost in that... It is kind of labirynth we move, looking for a way out.

(photos taken by myself: Milan, Paris, Barcelona, Bangkok)

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Life itself can be like scenography or choreography. Just the time brings reality to the stage. It is collection of "moments"... That's how it was with the life of Tanya Liedtke - a dancer, choreographer and art director of contemporary dance. Having in mind since the childhood that she wants to be a flower, she turned her life to a beautiful creation. "Life in movement" presents where her inspirations come from and all the process of transforming them to the performance with a group of people... until her life ends.

The inspiring movie that I have seen on my last trip to Bremen during a dance project "Tanya - Life in movement" - worth of watching!

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Typography philosophy

Typography is like making fashion and music. It is about dressing up the letters in specific outfit to enhance their strength and clarity.

Spoken language has a few components that add to the message: the speaker’s appearance, rhytm, pitch, tone, and gesture. By altering typeface (equivalent to a speaker’s clothing), size, weight, spacing, and position, messages are sent along with the content itself... As the fashion show is accompanied with rhytmical music - typeface goes together with rhytm itself. This one is visualised alike music notes - tool for a musician to read the story someone had written and to communicate with the world by unspeechless language of emotions. Typography is nonverbal communication. inspiration

studying Medieval typography at "Pelplińskie Skryptorium"

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Catching the glimpse of the Intangible Life

Being inside there and going out... The activities, entertainment, celebrities, music, sounds, rush, fun, talking, horse riding, playing, running through life... We are there... bicycles' Tour is taking us to the action movie track and we are all clapping our hands to the happy song, having fun while dancing with a pet. Pssssst! It's turned off. We are just watching it. It is another casual day. Where are you staying?

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Transience

The life has right of existence just for “moments”. They are special and ephemeral. Unable to capture them, even in the picture.

You can observe them and take in the sensation coming out of experience, which you get part of. Only immaterial pieces stay with you. These are intangible though.

You are able just to exist in “between” state… You move, walk to places to gather your head and dance with the wind of your life while moving.

You can save the moments on the way, by putting them to a box of treasures that exists inside yourself. The intrinsic source for creation of new existence at the same time…

Transience has always been a part of life.

(pictures: Miriam Łaga)

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Mask allegory

Masks are mirrors. Unclear and exact. They cover faces. They are creations of the faces. Each is unique. It is reflection of lines. Geometry marks intensity. They have forms and colours, which bring them special features and destiny for right occasion to wear. They have personalities. Masks are reflection of what we perceive looking at one another's faces, if we see the souls.

Take for instance this mask, that I have found during a walk in Milan. It underlines the power coming from headline-grabbing eyes and closed, but subtle mouth. The strength (yell) crosses sensibility (silence). Shining essence of beauty marks movement and transforms to static and ephemeral, sad tone. Harmony lies in joining the contrast of emotions within the texture, as that is taken place in ambient of light colour and artistic curves. The whole background is made of pieces, like finding elements and putting them together to make the composition. The process comes in accompaniment of music, as we can see the music notes. They change the mood like vibration of a string. Music and visual art are closely entwined.

The mask looks mysterious; seems it is inviting to look into it and become uncovered, but stays reserved and untouchable. Who knows what does cat-shaped eyes hide inside…?