Category Archives: Creativity

“By the hand” – a picture I created digitally

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Here’s my new creation…

  

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What if we lived forever? Would we still create?

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Live as if you were to die tomorrow.
Learn as if you were to live forever.
- Mahatma Gandhi

We are moved by lost time. We are moved by birthdays, funerals and by transition steps like weddings, which start something new and end something forever: things will never be the same as before. We are moved by new people coming into this world: by “mini-me”-s, because we know we’re going to die one day and hopefully they will remain. Creativity comes from emotions that shake us up. Would we still create if we were to live forever?

Carpe diem can only be practiced when you know your time is limited… You want to use all the resources that you have before it’s too late… experience all the things you dream of… bucket lists and stuff… Otherwise you get bored with life. You take things for granted. Everyday life becomes uninteresting.

If you were to live forever, would you create? Or, would you just consume instead, and swim in the luxury of infinity? Only because we’re mortals, we want to save every moment, leave something, express our feelings of longing… of missing something… of lost time… We want to take pictures and preserve memories in a form of postcards and letters because one day everything will be gone. And these things may remain. Not any of the events that triggered them. Not even us.

Is art a way to show us what we miss? The nature, the softness, the essence that sometimes is hidden in our everyday life? Is it a way to understand our world, see the invisible, think the unthinkable and… leave it for others? Is it a way to cross the mundane, to find ourselves in a new space?

Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
- Pablo Picasso

Art asks more questions than it answers. And maybe it should. It’s easy to go through life overwhelmed by urgent things to do all the time. This is a kind of anaesthetic we are used to living on – busyness. It makes us run when we really could stop for a second and listen. That’s where art gets created. In the mental space of this second of listening. To the world. Inside and outside.

So, coming back to our question, what would happen if we lived forever? Would we ever stop and contemplate the temporary nature of our existence? Would we ever take risks? Or would we succumb to the overflowing time for everything we want to do and just… live? Live and procrastinate? Because when time is unlimited, procrastination also can be… What do you think?

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“Sometimes”. About the dream we keep holding on to, in spite of the rain.

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Sometimes clarity just doesn’t come. It’s obscured by clouds, by dreams, by fantasies. Obscured by magical thinking of “that something” which will wake us up from a dream and make us feel special… Whereas all we want is to make peace with ourselves and feel “our own creative spark” that we didn’t feel before. Sometimes that’s all.

Sometimes life brings you flowers. And sometimes it doesn’t. But it’s not the reason to not wake up every day happy. It’s not the reason to stay down. A flower is waiting for you right where you are. If you just manage to discover it.

Sometimes even compassion is not enough. You can get angry by not understanding something and nothing will help. Getting angry is healthy if you channel it the right way. It can cleanse your fears.

Where am I going with all this? To the point of nowhere. To stir you up a little bit, to make you find out where your own “sometimes” lies, that you’ve forgotten about, that you aspire to… Where is your magic “tomorrow” where everything’s gonna be alright and the spell will last? There is no such place. Yet we do this all the time. We create the whole worlds of illusions to dive into, like a swimming pool on a fairy island. You can have one too. But it’s good to know that you’re in a tale, a cartoon. And when this episode ends, you will remain right where you were, in the greyish shape of your reality. Grey is beautiful though. It’s a neutral state that allows you to notice all other colours; it’s a perfect background to all emotions. It’s the world that will last.

I guess you know now what your fantasy world is, but please be assured that the world of “normality” is so much more gratifying in the end. Fantasies are amazing but they are exactly as they are – fantasies. If only we could notice them sooner.

That’s where Zen comes in. It helps us recognize the “mind chatter” from the presence of our being that is available to us all the time no matter what storms are raging or what creations we are led to believe. It’s sustainable. It’s connected to your breath. It takes you on a journey that is real. Mind can trick you and bring you to a lot of unusual places. But at the end of the day the place is one – Here and Now.

I might end up with a flashy conclusion or a catchy phrase, but no. I’ll end up with a space. A space for your thoughts. Here you can write your own “sometimes”. If you dare to listen to your fantasy. It can tell you the truth of what you’re missing.

 

MY FANTASY: ________________________

 

Good luck,

Anna

 

 

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‘Particles and waves’ – my poem…

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Particles and waves
by Anna Wawrzyniak

I once dreamed of a space
where all our senses would be uncovered
where we would see particles instead of colours
particles and waves

I once dreamed that we could
transcend our size and pervade into the molecules
to see them face to face
and notice what it feels like
not like through a microscope
particles and waves

I once dreamed that we could go
so far away
that we could see not only our planet
but most of the Universe
from a distance
particles and waves

Then I woke up
took a few steps
went round the corner
looked around
and here I am in this place
called the Earth
particles and waves

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A poem: ‘Unclosed’

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Something we all strive for from time to time, I guess…

 

 

 

 

 

Unclosed

by Anna Wawrzyniak

 

Looking for questions to ask

looking for answers to appear

right before my eyes

on an empty stomach

 

Looking for a glimpse of a shadow

for an ordinary sign

for the hand that feeds

 

Looking for the void in darkness

for the door to the forest

that has been left unopened

and unclosed

 

 

 

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