I see how grass glistens in my heart. In the meadow I see those ancient springs, from which milk, blood, meat and fur are born.
Tadeusz Nowak, „Obcoplemienna ballada”
Meadows, forests and pools. Juicy fruits, carefree moments, the smell of bread. Rag-doll in hand, the watchful eye of the old neighbour behind the fence, her wily smile. Green duckweed on the lake: beneath the sky, there is transience, expectancy, preparation. Sow-thistles change into dandelions. Everything becomes quiet, extinguished, still. Still alive.
I see how grass glistens in my heart. In the meadow I see those ancient springs, from which milk, blood, meat and fur are born.
Tadeusz Nowak, „Obcoplemienna ballada”
Meadows, forests and pools. Juicy fruits, carefree moments, the smell of bread. Rag-doll in hand, the watchful eye of the old neighbour behind the fence, her wily smile. Green duckweed on the lake: beneath the sky, there is transience, expectancy, preparation. Sow-thistles change into dandelions. Everything becomes quiet, extinguished, still. Still alive.
Widzę, jak w moim sercu rozjaśnia się trawa. W łące widzę te praźródła, z których rodzi się mleko, krew, mięso i sierść.
Tadeusz Nowak, „Obcoplemienna ballada”
Łąki, lasy i sadzawki. Soczyste owoce, beztroskie chwile, zapach chleba. Szmaciana lalka na ręku, spojrzenie starej sąsiadki zza płotu, jej chytry uśmiech. Na jeziorze zielone rzęsy, pod niebem przemijanie, oczekiwanie, przygotowanie do drogi. Mlecze zmieniają się w dmuchawce. Wszystko cichnie, gaśnie, zastyga. Wciąż żyje.
I see how grass glistens in my heart. In the meadow I see those ancient springs, from which milk, blood, meat and fur are born.
Tadeusz Nowak, „Obcoplemienna ballada”
Meadows, forests and pools. Juicy fruits, carefree moments, the smell of bread. Rag-doll in hand, the watchful eye of the old neighbour behind the fence, her wily smile. Green duckweed on the lake: beneath the sky, there is transience, expectancy, preparation. Sow-thistles change into dandelions. Everything becomes quiet, extinguished, still. Still alive.
I see how grass glistens in my heart. In the meadow I see those ancient springs, from which milk, blood, meat and fur are born.
Tadeusz Nowak, „Obcoplemienna ballada”
Meadows, forests and pools. Juicy fruits, carefree moments, the smell of bread. Rag-doll in hand, the watchful eye of the old neighbour behind the fence, her wily smile. Green duckweed on the lake: beneath the sky, there is transience, expectancy, preparation. Sow-thistles change into dandelions. Everything becomes quiet, extinguished, still. Still alive.
I see how grass glistens in my heart. In the meadow I see those ancient springs, from which milk, blood, meat and fur are born.
Tadeusz Nowak, „Obcoplemienna ballada”
Meadows, forests and pools. Juicy fruits, carefree moments, the smell of bread. Rag-doll in hand, the watchful eye of the old neighbour behind the fence, her wily smile. Green duckweed on the lake: beneath the sky, there is transience, expectancy, preparation. Sow-thistles change into dandelions. Everything becomes quiet, extinguished, still. Still alive.
I see how grass glistens in my heart. In the meadow I see those ancient springs, from which milk, blood, meat and fur are born.
Tadeusz Nowak, „Obcoplemienna ballada”
Meadows, forests and pools. Juicy fruits, carefree moments, the smell of bread. Rag-doll in hand, the watchful eye of the old neighbour behind the fence, her wily smile. Green duckweed on the lake: beneath the sky, there is transience, expectancy, preparation. Sow-thistles change into dandelions. Everything becomes quiet, extinguished, still. Still alive.
I see how grass glistens in my heart. In the meadow I see those ancient springs, from which milk, blood, meat and fur are born.
Tadeusz Nowak, „Obcoplemienna ballada”
Meadows, forests and pools. Juicy fruits, carefree moments, the smell of bread. Rag-doll in hand, the watchful eye of the old neighbour behind the fence, her wily smile. Green duckweed on the lake: beneath the sky, there is transience, expectancy, preparation. Sow-thistles change into dandelions. Everything becomes quiet, extinguished, still. Still alive.
I see how grass glistens in my heart. In the meadow I see those ancient springs, from which milk, blood, meat and fur are born.
Tadeusz Nowak, „Obcoplemienna ballada”
Meadows, forests and pools. Juicy fruits, carefree moments, the smell of bread. Rag-doll in hand, the watchful eye of the old neighbour behind the fence, her wily smile. Green duckweed on the lake: beneath the sky, there is transience, expectancy, preparation. Sow-thistles change into dandelions. Everything becomes quiet, extinguished, still. Still alive.
I see how grass glistens in my heart. In the meadow I see those ancient springs, from which milk, blood, meat and fur are born.
Tadeusz Nowak, „Obcoplemienna ballada”
Meadows, forests and pools. Juicy fruits, carefree moments, the smell of bread. Rag-doll in hand, the watchful eye of the old neighbour behind the fence, her wily smile. Green duckweed on the lake: beneath the sky, there is transience, expectancy, preparation. Sow-thistles change into dandelions. Everything becomes quiet, extinguished, still. Still alive.
I see how grass glistens in my heart. In the meadow I see those ancient springs, from which milk, blood, meat and fur are born.
Tadeusz Nowak, „Obcoplemienna ballada”
Meadows, forests and pools. Juicy fruits, carefree moments, the smell of bread. Rag-doll in hand, the watchful eye of the old neighbour behind the fence, her wily smile. Green duckweed on the lake: beneath the sky, there is transience, expectancy, preparation. Sow-thistles change into dandelions. Everything becomes quiet, extinguished, still. Still alive.
I see how grass glistens in my heart. In the meadow I see those ancient springs, from which milk, blood, meat and fur are born.
Tadeusz Nowak, „Obcoplemienna ballada”
Meadows, forests and pools. Juicy fruits, carefree moments, the smell of bread. Rag-doll in hand, the watchful eye of the old neighbour behind the fence, her wily smile. Green duckweed on the lake: beneath the sky, there is transience, expectancy, preparation. Sow-thistles change into dandelions. Everything becomes quiet, extinguished, still. Still alive.
I see how grass glistens in my heart. In the meadow I see those ancient springs, from which milk, blood, meat and fur are born.
Tadeusz Nowak, „Obcoplemienna ballada”
Meadows, forests and pools. Juicy fruits, carefree moments, the smell of bread. Rag-doll in hand, the watchful eye of the old neighbour behind the fence, her wily smile. Green duckweed on the lake: beneath the sky, there is transience, expectancy, preparation. Sow-thistles change into dandelions. Everything becomes quiet, extinguished, still. Still alive.
I see how grass glistens in my heart. In the meadow I see those ancient springs, from which milk, blood, meat and fur are born.
Tadeusz Nowak, „Obcoplemienna ballada”
Meadows, forests and pools. Juicy fruits, carefree moments, the smell of bread. Rag-doll in hand, the watchful eye of the old neighbour behind the fence, her wily smile. Green duckweed on the lake: beneath the sky, there is transience, expectancy, preparation. Sow-thistles change into dandelions. Everything becomes quiet, extinguished, still. Still alive.
I see how grass glistens in my heart. In the meadow I see those ancient springs, from which milk, blood, meat and fur are born.
Tadeusz Nowak, „Obcoplemienna ballada”
Meadows, forests and pools. Juicy fruits, carefree moments, the smell of bread. Rag-doll in hand, the watchful eye of the old neighbour behind the fence, her wily smile. Green duckweed on the lake: beneath the sky, there is transience, expectancy, preparation. Sow-thistles change into dandelions. Everything becomes quiet, extinguished, still. Still alive.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
WAGNER [...] Ein herrlich Werk ist gleich zustand gebracht.
MEFISTOFELES Was gibt es denn? –
WAGNER Es wird ein Mensch gemacht.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, „Faust“
Stell die Frage nach den Gründen. Nach denen, die den alten Wagner, den Schüler von Doktor Faust, dazu bewogen haben, in den Homunculus Leben einzuhauchen. In dieses unbeholfene, faltige Wesen mit hoher Intelligenz, das so beharrlich zu einem Menschen werden wollte. Sei es puppenverwandt? Kann eine Puppe sehen, hören oder fühlen? Ist ein Mensch in ihr verzaubert oder nur eine Kopie des Menschen?
WAGNER [...] Ein herrlich Werk ist gleich zustand gebracht.
MEFISTOFELES Was gibt es denn? –
WAGNER Es wird ein Mensch gemacht.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, „Faust“
Stell die Frage nach den Gründen. Nach denen, die den alten Wagner, den Schüler von Doktor Faust, dazu bewogen haben, in den Homunculus Leben einzuhauchen. In dieses unbeholfene, faltige Wesen mit hoher Intelligenz, das so beharrlich zu einem Menschen werden wollte. Sei es puppenverwandt? Kann eine Puppe sehen, hören oder fühlen? Ist ein Mensch in ihr verzaubert oder nur eine Kopie des Menschen?
WAGNER [...] Ein herrlich Werk ist gleich zustand gebracht.
MEFISTOFELES Was gibt es denn? –
WAGNER Es wird ein Mensch gemacht.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, „Faust“
Stell die Frage nach den Gründen. Nach denen, die den alten Wagner, den Schüler von Doktor Faust, dazu bewogen haben, in den Homunculus Leben einzuhauchen. In dieses unbeholfene, faltige Wesen mit hoher Intelligenz, das so beharrlich zu einem Menschen werden wollte. Sei es puppenverwandt? Kann eine Puppe sehen, hören oder fühlen? Ist ein Mensch in ihr verzaubert oder nur eine Kopie des Menschen?
WAGNER [...] Ein herrlich Werk ist gleich zustand gebracht.
MEFISTOFELES Was gibt es denn? –
WAGNER Es wird ein Mensch gemacht.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, „Faust“
Stell die Frage nach den Gründen. Nach denen, die den alten Wagner, den Schüler von Doktor Faust, dazu bewogen haben, in den Homunculus Leben einzuhauchen. In dieses unbeholfene, faltige Wesen mit hoher Intelligenz, das so beharrlich zu einem Menschen werden wollte. Sei es puppenverwandt? Kann eine Puppe sehen, hören oder fühlen? Ist ein Mensch in ihr verzaubert oder nur eine Kopie des Menschen?
WAGNER [...] Ein herrlich Werk ist gleich zustand gebracht.
MEFISTOFELES Was gibt es denn? –
WAGNER Es wird ein Mensch gemacht.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, „Faust“
Stell die Frage nach den Gründen. Nach denen, die den alten Wagner, den Schüler von Doktor Faust, dazu bewogen haben, in den Homunculus Leben einzuhauchen. In dieses unbeholfene, faltige Wesen mit hoher Intelligenz, das so beharrlich zu einem Menschen werden wollte. Sei es puppenverwandt? Kann eine Puppe sehen, hören oder fühlen? Ist ein Mensch in ihr verzaubert oder nur eine Kopie des Menschen?
WAGNER [...] Ein herrlich Werk ist gleich zustand gebracht.
MEFISTOFELES Was gibt es denn? –
WAGNER Es wird ein Mensch gemacht.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, „Faust“
Stell die Frage nach den Gründen. Nach denen, die den alten Wagner, den Schüler von Doktor Faust, dazu bewogen haben, in den Homunculus Leben einzuhauchen. In dieses unbeholfene, faltige Wesen mit hoher Intelligenz, das so beharrlich zu einem Menschen werden wollte. Sei es puppenverwandt? Kann eine Puppe sehen, hören oder fühlen? Ist ein Mensch in ihr verzaubert oder nur eine Kopie des Menschen?
WAGNER [...] Ein herrlich Werk ist gleich zustand gebracht.
MEFISTOFELES Was gibt es denn? –
WAGNER Es wird ein Mensch gemacht.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, „Faust“
Stell die Frage nach den Gründen. Nach denen, die den alten Wagner, den Schüler von Doktor Faust, dazu bewogen haben, in den Homunculus Leben einzuhauchen. In dieses unbeholfene, faltige Wesen mit hoher Intelligenz, das so beharrlich zu einem Menschen werden wollte. Sei es puppenverwandt? Kann eine Puppe sehen, hören oder fühlen? Ist ein Mensch in ihr verzaubert oder nur eine Kopie des Menschen?
WAGNER [...] Ein herrlich Werk ist gleich zustand gebracht.
MEFISTOFELES Was gibt es denn? –
WAGNER Es wird ein Mensch gemacht.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, „Faust“
Stell die Frage nach den Gründen. Nach denen, die den alten Wagner, den Schüler von Doktor Faust, dazu bewogen haben, in den Homunculus Leben einzuhauchen. In dieses unbeholfene, faltige Wesen mit hoher Intelligenz, das so beharrlich zu einem Menschen werden wollte. Sei es puppenverwandt? Kann eine Puppe sehen, hören oder fühlen? Ist ein Mensch in ihr verzaubert oder nur eine Kopie des Menschen?
WAGNER [...] Ein herrlich Werk ist gleich zustand gebracht.
MEFISTOFELES Was gibt es denn? –
WAGNER Es wird ein Mensch gemacht.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, „Faust“
Stell die Frage nach den Gründen. Nach denen, die den alten Wagner, den Schüler von Doktor Faust, dazu bewogen haben, in den Homunculus Leben einzuhauchen. In dieses unbeholfene, faltige Wesen mit hoher Intelligenz, das so beharrlich zu einem Menschen werden wollte. Sei es puppenverwandt? Kann eine Puppe sehen, hören oder fühlen? Ist ein Mensch in ihr verzaubert oder nur eine Kopie des Menschen?
WAGNER [...] Ein herrlich Werk ist gleich zustand gebracht.
MEFISTOFELES Was gibt es denn? –
WAGNER Es wird ein Mensch gemacht.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, „Faust“
Stell die Frage nach den Gründen. Nach denen, die den alten Wagner, den Schüler von Doktor Faust, dazu bewogen haben, in den Homunculus Leben einzuhauchen. In dieses unbeholfene, faltige Wesen mit hoher Intelligenz, das so beharrlich zu einem Menschen werden wollte. Sei es puppenverwandt? Kann eine Puppe sehen, hören oder fühlen? Ist ein Mensch in ihr verzaubert oder nur eine Kopie des Menschen?
WAGNER [...] Ein herrlich Werk ist gleich zustand gebracht.
MEFISTOFELES Was gibt es denn? –
WAGNER Es wird ein Mensch gemacht.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, „Faust“
Stell die Frage nach den Gründen. Nach denen, die den alten Wagner, den Schüler von Doktor Faust, dazu bewogen haben, in den Homunculus Leben einzuhauchen. In dieses unbeholfene, faltige Wesen mit hoher Intelligenz, das so beharrlich zu einem Menschen werden wollte. Sei es puppenverwandt? Kann eine Puppe sehen, hören oder fühlen? Ist ein Mensch in ihr verzaubert oder nur eine Kopie des Menschen?
WAGNER [...] Ein herrlich Werk ist gleich zustand gebracht.
MEFISTOFELES Was gibt es denn? –
WAGNER Es wird ein Mensch gemacht.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, „Faust“
Stell die Frage nach den Gründen. Nach denen, die den alten Wagner, den Schüler von Doktor Faust, dazu bewogen haben, in den Homunculus Leben einzuhauchen. In dieses unbeholfene, faltige Wesen mit hoher Intelligenz, das so beharrlich zu einem Menschen werden wollte. Sei es puppenverwandt? Kann eine Puppe sehen, hören oder fühlen? Ist ein Mensch in ihr verzaubert oder nur eine Kopie des Menschen?
The works are created by means of hands and imagination. Also helpful are patience, a cool head, strong enthusiasm, family support and common sense, as well as aromatic coffee in quantities greater than can be produced in a coffee maker in one go.
For painting, I use the paints of renowned companies: Rembrandt, Van Dyck, Astra. I usually make the stretcher myself, using carefully selected pine wood for the purpose. I prime the linen according to my own recipe, using only natural components, with no additional polymers or acrylics. All works are varnished. The sides of the paintings are not covered with paint, and they are usually unframed.
Batik is a manual technique of painting with warm wax on the canvas. On covering the canvas with wax, selected fragments of the cloth are dyed. Each batik is made in one copy and is unique. It is painted on thin canvas, by the means of paint of a very high quality. It will not fade in colour even after many years. It looks amazingly effective when framed and put behind glass or highlighted.
The works of art. are created in the “lost wax” technology. First, they are curved in soft material (wax), and afterwards cast in brass and undergo final processing. The technique is extremely time-consuming and requires a considerable input of financial means (the cost of the raw material and casting). Each and every work of art is created as a the only specimen.
The works are created in an individual technique.
There is only one copy of each piece of jewellery, invented and designed by myself. The works are handmade from precious/semiprecious stones, 925 sterling silver and additional materials of the highest quality.
Whats new?
Simultaneously to the altar, a new series of brass sculptures is being created. Ptasiek (Birdy), Kiwi (Kiwi), Pies (Dog) (see their pictures in GALLERY) and Bulterier (Bull Terrier) are ready. Słoń w butach (Elephant in Shoes) is ready for casting, Syrena (Mermaid) is still being designed. :) Maybe in 2014, there will be some exhibition out of it...
Whew! After more than a year of hard work with clay, plaster, resin and metal, all fourteen Stations of the Cross have been delivered. :) See the pictures in GALLERY or see them live in the Church of the Annunciation in Białystok. The next challenge, to which I will dedicate myself during the next couple of months, lies ahead of me: an altar for the Church. Work in progress...
New website is ready! My vision and ideas/realization of Webidea, and the Great Fruit Cocktail called www.olszanska.pl has been served. :) Many thanks to the Webidea team! If you want, you can express your opinion on Facebook. :) Attention! Particularly critical comments may be removed by the moderator. ;)
There is no better welcome than with a smile, that is why Basia Olszańska-Żywalewska smiles to you from this place. If you came across my virtual workshop, it would be a real pleasure to keep you here longer. A few words about me are necessary in order to know each other better.
I was born in 1975 in Łapy – a beautiful little town in the picturesque heart of Podlasie on Narew river. Formally I am an artist, but official language is not best suited to my work – which has from the beginning been linked to creation and art. In 1995, I graduated from the High School of Art in Suprasl (range of specialization: utility forms, specialization: woodcarving). The next step was studies in the Academy of Fine Arts in Gdańsk (specialization: medal making and small forms). I defended my thesis in 2001 in the sculpture workshop under the guidance of Professor Edward Sitko. These were good years of learning and collecting priceless experiences.
I carve, paint and sketch. I create. Two fantastic tiny tots run around my house – Iga and Roch, who are an inspiration for me, as also my husband Radek, who supports me in marketing and... ophthalmology. Apart from that, there are my sister and brother-in-law, and you should know that their mood can crush the hardest sculpture.
Recalling one of Lec's Uncombed Thoughts: “Let's not imagine ourselves, let's just be”, I stand here in front of you and I remain at your disposal – ready for cooperation, dialogue and exchange of thoughts. I will listen with pleasure to every opinion and I will answer every question.
I am surrounded by the frightening open spaces of the universe(…), I see infinity on all sides enclosing me like an atom.
Blaise Pascal
The art starts here – in the head. In the middle of the painting stands a man. Proud, pensive, sometimes vain, mysterious, effusive or pretending to be someone else. In the background of nature, it falls to his lot to act against himself, to pursue the formula of mutiny, his relations with the world becoming incomprehensible. Animal instinct fights with calculation for primacy, or maybe it only appears so.
That is where I will build my house – this man points with his finger. In this place my existence will acquire some sense – he says. This is one place in the Universe which is not filled, maybe is waiting to be filled. Look in that direction.
Reed in the wind. The most fragile in the nature, but contemplative – as Pascal said. I see a man – he is the source of the inspiration for me. He is delightful, but at the same time – from the perspective of the overwhelming world and indestructible nature – remains little and weak. Where is his place? What is his aim? What is he doing here? Looking for the answers to these questions, I am collecting creative thoughts and translating them to the language of art.
Specialization: painting, sclpture, batik, drawing (many works using various techniques can be found in art collections both in the country and abroad).
Activity: membership of the Association of Polish Artists and Designers, founder and member of a young artists' group Grupa '75.
Professional activity: Since 2011 Artistic Workshop, which means piles of invoices for tools and materials for stonework.
Other interests: art history, travelling, film, literature, doll-making, flying machines.
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