Uncertainty- another sister poem

Yes, I did it again.

Somewhere between the canvases.

Can't really help it.

Dare to share.

NIEPEWNOŚĆ

Porozrywany umysł

spaceruje ciasnymi ulicami

ociera zroszone szyby oczyma -

- wierne odbicia bezgłośnie skruszonej głębi.

Sen - wśród okruchów

myśli niedoczekanych,

niewyjaśnionych, po nigdy niepewnych

- ucieka oszołomiony.

Gonię świat równoległy,

chwiejąc się na brzegu skalistym

tak niemożliwymi pragnieniami

- mi(s)tycznie wyrzeźbionym.

Wczoraj nie skoczę.

This one is rather tricky to translate.

I tried anyway ;)

Uncertainty

A torn mind

walks through narrow streets

wipes the dewy windows with its eyes -

- faithful reflections of the silently crushed depths.

A dream - among the crumbs

of unanswered thoughts,

unexplained, forever uncertain

- runs away in a daze.

I am chasing a parallel world

swaying on the rocky shore

- with such impossible desires

mi(s)tically sculpted.

I will not jump, not yesterday.

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a poem of MINE

Some of you

who are closely following my ART-Instagram account

may have noticed that I sometimes write poems…

It just happens somewhere in the creative proces.

✨

Funny - it appears that it has always been with me like this… - but I’ll write about it some other time, if I’m brave enough to share the story ;)

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I write them usually in Polish

and than I dare (please don't judge ;)

to translate some of them into EN version.

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A tear hugged in a hurry, too late

trickles out clumsily

on the other cheek.

It irreversibly absorbs

rivers of the past moments,

so stubbornly still

that they run deeper and deeper without any restraint.

The well known warmth of a breath

closes her eyes, which were so ready to fly.

A painfully safe fall

represents the new beginning.

MINE, 16/03/2024

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Utulona za późno łza

sączy się niezdarnie

po cudzym policzku.

Bezpowrotnie chłonie

rzeki minionych momentów,

tak uparcie ciche,

że bez opamiętania rwące.

Ciepło znajomego oddechu

zamyka oczy wyrywajace się do lotu.

Boleśnie bezpieczny upadek

stanowi nowy początek.

MOJA, 16/03/2016

And the BIRDS

MIXED MEDIA on 250 gsm paper 24.7 cm x 19 cm

is still available ;)

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A SISTER SERIES

As you probably already know,

while painting WILD GIRL I allowed myself two versions of it

(which was probably related to listening to the great Bovska's album).

My paintings are often created in series.

I think it's time to start giving them names, right?

In this situation, the only one that came to my mind was

the SISTER SERIES.

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They could be presented side by side like sisters,

or like two versions of one person (we know that well, right?).

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Well, the WILD GIRL has been SOLD and has just landed in London,

but her SISTER REMAINS AVAILABLE ;)

✨but not for long ✨

so DM - FOR DETAILS if you see her at your place ;)

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