a shuttle man

When I go to Rzeszów to visit my parents I always feel nostalgic. This time, a walk with my mother reminded me of the time I spent in the public garden on banks of the river Wisłok. I used to go there with my grandmother. We used to pass the river on a shelter driven by an old man. He was well known within the city. He died many years ago, but people still remember him very well. The shelter was replaced by a footbridge, and on the closest lawn appeared monument of the old man.

Flying Saucer

Last weekend I was in Katowice for a workshop. It is a very industrial city which does not any charm for me except for one place. It is a “Spodek” (flying saucer) – a concert hall, where I spent many evenings. I was for example there for the concerts of Cocteau Twins, The Cure and Genesis. A view of the “Spodek” on early Sunday morning made me recalled all those nice memories.

a pendant

I got from my father a pendant a few month ago. He had found it in a clinic. I was really happy for the present, because it was very symbolic and characteristic for my father. I remember from my childhood that he was always bringing to home some buttons, stones, pieces of jewelry, sometimes even money, found somewhere on the street. I was wearing the pendant as a present from my father more precious then anything he could bought even for big money.
Unfortunately, the pendant didn’t stay with me for a long time. I lost it a few days ago. If a thing can have a destiny, probably the destiny of it was to pass form ones hands to the others.

a torso and a horseman

I’m going to have a new computer very soon, so I continue an effort of organizing document in order to not to waist time for copying useless files. It is very nice work. I find many forget files. For example those two pictures I publish above. I found them in a garden of some museum. I didn’t visit it, just took pictures from behind a fence. I like them both very much. The first one I call just A torso, the second one Don Quixote. It was my first impression. Why? It is just a horseman…

an old public garden

I went to my home city to visit my parents. Because of bad weather I decided to leave my car and take a train. When I was a student it was going there very often by train. Till today I remember old Cracovian tenements along the train line. I was surprised that a lot of them were rebuild. Equally surprising was that many of them are still in very bad state. It’s a paradox… I should have been expecting that it will be like this.
In Rzeszów I was walking a lot. I went for example to a public garden, where I spent a lot of time during my childhood. With my grandmother I was walking there, I was sledging and I was gathering chestnuts. In the photo: a wall of Scholl of Art next to the garden. I was dreaming about studying in the School till the moment when I understood that some talent is required in order to do that.

walk with a dog

I spent holidays at home. This is a mature choice to stay at home if you have a dog which is afraid of a sound of fireworks. He feels better with his friends and in places he knows well. We were escaped from those sounds to the nearest meadows. This is a beautiful surroundings. Two artificial lakes, empty fields – with flowers in the spring or summer time and flat white sheets in winter. I knew haw it was there, but I was really surprised when I saw frozen lakes with anglers on it, fishing in theirs blowhole. I really don’t understand such kind of hobby but I must admit that they looked beautiful in this landscape. I saw also a wild deer running into a forest. It’s hardly difficult to believe that this place is so close to such a big city.
I didn’t have my camera with me during the walk so I publish a photo form Plovdiv. It is also connected with my holidays: during them I tried to get some control over a mess in my computer. I deleted many files and photos. Thanks to that I found many things which reminded me nice memories. In the photo you can see the view from hotels window. It was two years ago.
This is a mosaic, but I can treat it as a graffiti, can’t I?

Mornung

One day when was in Aarhus, I escaped from our group to The Aarhus Museum. I wandered around the building having been able to find the exhibition I was interested the most. Finally I found the floor with an inscription “Contemporary art”, but still I couldn’t find the door into it. And suddenly a glass wall opened especially for me. It scared me. I know, that was stupid. Please don’t thing that I’m afraid of the doors in supermarkets or I’ve never been in a museum. There was something else: like invitation to a treasures. It erased a question: “Really can I get in?” First two pictures were by Preben Mornung. That was the treasures of the museum for me. My favorites colors: blue, white, black, brawn. My favorite stile: a bit similar to Joanna Rajkowska’s paintings when she was at The Academy.
I had a cup of coffee at Copenhagen airport. Usually it is not very nice, it is just practical. This time I found a very marvelous place – with a view to an apron. I observed machines serving aircrafts, which looked like spiders attacking a victim ;). I like aircrafts very much, so two MD and an Airbus were heroes for the evening for me.
In the picture: a wheel of the Havilland Q400 (from Aarhus to Copenhagen in June this year).

A Chinese pencil box

When I was a child it was very up-to-date and modern to have a Chinese pencil box. At that time it was really difficult to buy such a thing. My parents were not adjusted for living in our communistic country and didn’t have skills to organize anything illegally, how it used to be in those times. Because of that, my pencil box was reminding a dream. One day, in my favorite stationary shop I found such a pencil box with squirrels. It was hidden under the desk. I asked my father to buy it for me. He, who new the reality of the time, didn’t believe me, that it was available, but finally he decided to go with me there. Unfortunately, a shop attendant said that she had the pencil box, but it wasn’t for sale. I got depressed. But my father said to the shop attendant to show him a book for making complains (that was funny but useful in that strange reality). She got scared and decided to sell this pencil box. I thought then, that my father was the bravest man in the world.

Aarhus some month ago

Everything everywhere here is simple and modest. Buildings and furniture is perfectly adjusted to a user need. Beauty comes form this simplicity. Simple walls made of bricks are covered by grapevine. When you look through the window whilst working at university, you can see the green space which looks like an endless meadow. It is useful, isn’t it? You can have a while of rest. It improves your concentration on the work if you can look at green surface for a moment. I like art around us. On the hotel walls hang pictures with dishes in abstract form. On streets there are sculptures showing scenes of everyday life. Also murals are simple and close to the people. I love this flower in a flowers pot.

a ladle

Joan gave me a CD for my birthday. There was the CD I rally had dreamed about, so when I took it out from a bag with colorful tulips, I was really happy. Joan was happy too. She smiled and gave me her best regards. She didn’t show me any sign that there is something more in the bag. I think she didn’t know that there was something in there. It was a very, very small ladle. I think that the ladle was lost by former owner of the bag… Maybe Joan got a present from someone in the bag and missed a part of it? How do you think, should I tell Joan that I discovered the bag’s secret and give her back the ladle? The ladle is not mine, but if I do that Joan will be so ashamed… I’m not going to make her sad… the colorful bag with tulips is not a very serious thing as well as the ladle…

Aarhus some month ago

Jutland is like a cats fur – smooth and neat… I hear scream of seagulls flying over docks of a seaport… By a window I see a clock tower of The Town Hall. It’s raining. It’s windy. It’s cold. It is as it should be in a cold country ;)

An Angel

I remember Rastafarian’s beads on Maria’s wrist, when she shook my hand first time. I’m not able to divide what I learned from her and what was mine in that time. I’m sure that she has changed me very much. I remember when we seeing of each other home, exchanging letters during boring lessons, walking through mountains (a lot of time for talking and to being silent together)… Her words still rings in my ears: "stones! You keep stones in your bag, don’t you? No? So why is it so heavy?!?", "did anyone promise you, that live would be easy?", "so small bottle of perfume in so small make-up bag… it must be yours?"
As soon as she discovered that I was shy, she got stopped back to let me go thru the door first. That was very nice, funny and a bit effective.
Everything finishes so this friendship has finished. I miss her. In my bedroom, on the wall a picture of an angel made by Maria is hanging. Friends leave prints in one’s soul.