between worlds

The other day, on pre-harvest somehow it was, I left home for a walk and came to a meadow on the southern fringe of Śródka, just behind the sad carnival , which is owned by Mr. Dzidek, where Cybina flows into the Warta river. I was wondering around, listening to the birds singing and was impressed by the richness of this small paddocks, richness and diversity of forms and shapes that grass undertakes. I took out my camera and began to take pictures. I couldn’t believe how beautiful the scenario was. I often come back to this place, sit, look and listen, draw from it as much as possible. It's a strange place, perhaps magical oasis of wildness in a civilized city.

I never know which theme will delight me, how I will elaborate it, what will make me shoot with short breath, I cannot control it, it simply comes to me, consumes me, like a thunder that breaks silence, something unknown, combines earth with the infinite sky, just for one destructive second… or is it creative?

My wandering among coexisting opposites, sometimes on a fine line, sometimes on a border as wide as highway… between what is black and white, between darkness and brightness, thesis and antithesis, life and death, between sacrum and profanum, endless choice between lie and truth, love and hate, chaos or peace… And so, “Between Worlds”, between soil and clouds, there is grass and in it… life!