When it gets quiet in our studio and there are no sounds of the desperate monster that usually struggles with the stone, I understand my best time has come.
These are the moments I come to flowers: gladioli, daisies, roses ..Despite of the brightness and sometimes even aggressivity of the color that I strengthen in the process of creation, I find my calm in it. It’s like the energetic music in which there is the calm after the climax, it’s like a hectic day that that turned into a sleepy night. Meditation in front of the painting, no, meditation while creating. Indeed, sometimes I just switch off and without the controlled influence my arm put paints onto canvas chaotically moving on the surface. Especially interesting is the fact that while coming back to myself I see that the composition is ok and movement is there as well. I’m satisfied with the result. I don’t wait for this special moment of “switching off” to come, I work quite normally and accept this meditative state if it comes.
Yesterday I worked long and didn’t notice how it came to 2 a.m. Yesterday I “suffered” from exactly that kind of moment – uncontrolled process of painting that I call meditation.