One afternoon

No one can be a painter unless he cares for painting above all else. It is not enough to know your craft - you have to have feeling. Science is all very well, but focus imagination is worth far more. (Edouard Manet)

Edouard Manet (1832-1883)

At 15 o'clock I got down to work. Original version: bottom - shining black, turning yellow in the upper parts, until completely white. Against this background represented in form of symbols   thrown up  hands. After sketching and applying the first layer of paint: banality, daub.

I laid the canvas on the floor and I started  spilling the  paint on it watching carefully what was going on. It moved like a living being, like a human, it changed from second to second. Once it was dark,  and after a while its surface was a bit of white  again. I have never experienced such intense integration with a picture. At any moment, I could stop the growth of paint that was breathing and it  was  alive. Then I thought that I would like to perpetuate it. It was also a  strong desire  against my will to control this  living  and growing  creature.  I didn`t want to be just   an observer any more. I put a sheet of paper on a still vibriting colourful canvas.  After removing it, I saw a timeless quality picture, a new dimention in my life.

 Fragment of the painting „Winter”(oil and canvas, 110 x 110 cm).

At first, when the paints were blending together, I didn't control it. Later one vigorous brushstroke stopped the chaos  creeping onto the canvas.

I can't describe it in detail  so I wrote down abbreviated  version  of  what happened to me when I started   working with a new canvas The technical aspect of creating a picture is a small percentage of what really  happens in my mind.  Perhaps we are reaching the subconscious. We forget that paint is paint, canvas - canvas. We  become a piece of art.

Fragment of the painting „Banner of invaders” (oil and canvas, 110 x 110 cm).

The picture turns into a diary, a description of the fight with craft materials  and yourself. It is the only witness.  A picture that anyone can see. It is up to the viewer and his sensitivity whether he will manage to get closer to my  strong emotional  experience in painting. The  picture  is a stimulus to stimulate viewer`s sensitivity and imagination.

Fragment of the painting „Night reconnaissance I” (oil and cardboard, 95 x 65 cm).

It was a description of one  afternoon.  There are lots of nice and bad  experiences ahead before the picture is finished.

And finally, the quote: „Real art does not understand (...) embraces, dreams, feels, sees, expresses.” (Eugène Fromentin, 1820-1876 - French painter, art critic and writer).