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Let it shine… (Whilt 6)

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I have to confess – I took my camera with me one Christmas-time evening specifically for this reason – to collect the ‘evidence’ of the tastelessness and prodigality, which flourish in the Irish (and I suppose Polish, French, Spanish… everywhere) towns right from the beginning of November. Why someone would like to keep three Christmas trees under one roof – doesn’t it ridicule the very sense of having it (slightly like celebrate three bonfires in the Roman home)? Why does someone find it attractive and/or desirable to display twenty or so flashing, twinkling, glaring decorations – every one of them kitsch – if even one quarter of these make their point quite clearly (I would say – ‘plainly and blatantly clear’)? Why everyone lets the commercial/consumption machine to devour all the magic and beauty of the season? Why – I’ve been keeping asking finding myself astonished and confused like a newcomer from a far country…

But, after giving the issue a bit of a deepen thought (and what I have learned today) I came to a conclusion that there won’t be probably any straightforward and satisfying answer to these dilemmas. Not only because one is not supposed to discuss the taste of others (De gustibus non est disputandum), but due to the complexity of the whole phenomenon. How a particular culture, country, region and a family responds to the public celebrations/mythologies is deeply rooted in its history and habitual imprint, spiritual/religious background, psychological/mental DNA, economic and even political conditions, as well as the contemporary, today’s challenges and ongoing (that’s why very difficult to analyze) transformations. And even grasping all of these wouldn’t necessary help to decipher why this particular culture/region/house has chosen to celebrate in such a way. One could be completely mislead judging the Roman ancient culture by the Dionysian Festival or the contemporary Spanish nation by their Bull Running pandemonium.

Looking at my photos I have to underline – it was a short walk and no more than a dozen of pics taken – yet, in a strange way, some of them translate an obscene, common or even bizarre scene into a charming image of a welcoming, cheerful or even contemplative environment where – who knows, the true spirit of this time lives on… If a camera is like a ‘dream catcher’ of our thoughts and feelings – I must have found myself unable to expose all the shallow ugliness of the environment, as I was planning to do. Too bad? Well, who knows where the true lies – in my criticism or in these images’ sweet dreaminess?

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Coming soon – Katarzyna’s new toys


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Originally uploaded by katarzynaskonieczna

Just discovering Flickr and new possibilities of displaying pictures and blogging – in general. Fascinating – there is always something new to learn – and each day! I’m just writing this out of the WordPress’s ‘mother’ page, feeling like a naughty kid sneaking out of a control…

My advice to those of you, who don’t have the Flickr account – just set it up – it gives you a peace of mind, that your beloved images won’t simply disappear meeting with your PC disaster (believe it or not – it happened to me once, I lost 70% of two-years work), and – being as modest as we, artistic beings are – it’s a handy way to share/ show others, what are we up to… You can also make your sets/collections – in other words – keep your chaos ordered…

One more word – be prepared to buy ‘pro’ – unlimited account (24.99$ per year) – that standard one doesn’t particularly suit most of your needs – especially, when you want to keep your pics in a decent quality and quantity – but – it is all well worth it!

And coming soon – my slideshow/ article/s, about what I was trying to do as an art student during those last few months. Still cannot find the proper expressions for it… Not, that it’s so good, but due its intensely personal and generally, complex (or – I am making it as such) nature. Yet – I will try…


Change of the Header Image…

My loyal and new-coming readers – please note, that from now my page has got a new Header Image (just above). It’s a part of my photo (see below) featuring my porcelain doll called Maria.

The old one – incorporating a fragment of Joseph Koudelka’s photo could have been read as a violation of the photographer’s copyrights, which action has never been in my intention.

Thank you all for your time. Enjoy.


Impressions of Galway – a spontaneous visitor notes…

A number of reputable guidebooks praise Galway, the capital of the West of Ireland as a ‘delight’, a home for a bohemian ‘crowd of artists, musicians, intellectuals’. Well, it’s probably the matter of a taste, but I couldn’t experience that ‘delight’ – maybe – encouraged by such a promising intro I was looking too hard to see it embodied. On the other hand, my main aim was to reach Ireland’s two wonders of nature – Connemara and Aran Islands, both further west of Galway. Yet, being a spontaneous visitor I hit the wall – it proved to be impossible to leave the city in those directions after 12 o’clock (by public transport), contrary to what most of the booklets say. I wonder – it’s the a peak of a tourist’s season!

Letting myself flow with the crowds of visitors (for I just couldn’t come across that ‘crowd of artists’) I set off to explore the city. Its first striking feature was the tourists-orientated display of ‘Irish-ness’ – unfortunately in its most shallow, cliche, kitsch rendition. But that is easily explainable, for this area is virtually flooded with foreign guests, not all of them necessary recognise Oscar Wilde in a sitting figure, whose sneering grimace decorates the main street (my interest in the sculpture caused a little gathering of passersby… all asking themselves who was it).

But pretty alarming was a virtual lack of an acceptable (not to mention ‘high’) visual art to view/ buy. Commercial galleries are not even worth mentioning, in the City Museum the wall-space usually reserved for paintings and artefacts has been taken by informative boards describing, in huge writing, the history of the region. It looked like the lack of an actual objects of interest had to be ‘filled in’ that way. Arts Center was in the middle of installing something quite average (as for my taste). And it’s difficult to imagine than now, when I’m writing these words Galway hosts international Arts Festival (14-27 July).

Its programme looks reassuring, yet what I would propose to organizers is a sort of a carnet-system, an all-events ticket with a proper discount. It’s frustrating that in a country as wealthy as this one the access to some more ambitious cultural phenomena is restricted due to the considerable charges. Ancient Greece should serve as an example here, where free-access amphitheaters were built in dozens to cater for everyone willing to participate in an artistic feast. Maybe that’s why this civilization could ever been a birthplace for tens of highly sophisticated souls and minds. An from my own experience I know about many delectable concerts, street-theaters or other artistic performances available still free to the public throughout the Center and East Europe. For there is something deeply wrong with that, so popular now procedure of pushing arts, which are designed to be public by its raison d’etre (there is a different case with usual theater or opera performances) on a highly commercial route and virtually selling it like any other commodity. Indeed, one cannot help thinking that those hugely promoted summer Arts Festivals are meant to squeeze money out of the public, just like modern, well-organised shopping centers do.

To finish more optimistically: even being deprived of going far West to the touristic “must-s”, it’s enough to make one’s, usually long way up to Galway to experience those moody, watery lands, hauntingly hilly and rocky from the South and North, deliciously open, airy and green from East as unique and unforgettable. It was on a bus back – we got caught into a ferocious storm, I watched mesmerised like streams of water unified empty sky with the empty land beneath and filled it at once with a strange and wild presence of a dream-like reality. I’ve got a felling of my journey being like a dream, and each of ours journeys being like a transitional suspense in what’s life and human beings’ duty. Just being carried away… the destination at the same time known and a complete mystery… Probably that’s why so many former passengers, just off-the bus, train, plane have that melancholic air around them. For the trance is gone and they are obliged to look and behave like those who know exactly where and why they go…

St. Nicholas (Market St.), one of the illuminating places in Galway

Despite their rather stony appearance these street-performers (and many others alike) help to keep the city alive with some creativity.

Woody, human-made places are not a threat in Ireland; fortunately one is always close to some good quality open spaces…

Watery lands, dreamy lands…


Death as an eternal form of Art…

Back to Paris again…

Pere Lachaise is probably one of the most beautiful cemeteries of this world. Like a ghostly, melancholic city within the city, living its own dignified, mysterious life… Its ancient, highly decorative tombs, sculptures, corners and paths where one can easy spent long minutes lost in reflection… The history and spirit behind it… As a whole and in dozens of its aesthetically seductive spots it appears to exist as a perfect, frozen image of Art ‘par excellence’; frozen and devoted to dead ones – yet strangely alive with its inner pulse of a ticking clock – the one that ticks in us…

I hear you saying: “Let it all be, but – why – on Earth – to bother with that at all? ” The same question was in my colleagues’ eyes when I was leaving their joyful company to realize my plan of seeing Paris great graveyards. I came to the city of Chopin, Proust, Piaf, Delacroix, Sartre and others with a packet of candles having a strong notion in my mind that it wouldn’t be fair – not to visit them after all those incredible moments of spiritual delight and challenge their work has brought to my life… Just like seeing friends in a cafe-shop, where a table and a cup of hot fluid becomes a ground when one may build a bridge of communication and intimacy – the same happens when one treats a grave of someone loved as a vehicle of potential spiritual meeting…

Photos I made serve as an inspiration to celebrate death as the eternal form of art… Because life is art – just like everything else…


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