original artwork by magda smolenska
I wake up thinking about cartoons, I work and think about movement, I sit in meetings and plan monumental installations. I watch people and rearrange them to create shadows, I drive and dream of giant clouds turning into cows in the field. I spend every minute thinking about creating something out of nothing. No medium is safe, no is never the answer. The final product is never the masterpiece, rather than a journey that took me there. Has anyone ever figured out how to make that into art? Every day is a struggle to find time to put just one idea to paper. I am constantly traveling in my mind. It is a permanent process of trial and error, all to put peace to my ever moving mind. Art is a language that no one has mastered.
I work in all mediums, sometimes all at the same time. My hands get dirty, a lot. My mind gets tired, a lot. Yet, it keeps racing, searching for an answer to a question that I don’t remember. I am pleasantly uncomfortable in the presence of blank walls, even sides of buildings. I can’t sit still when I have a writing utensil, even if it’s just a stick in the sand.
I always want to push the boundaries of all that’ve I have learned. I strive to make art that tests me and makes me uncomfortable in all that I discover about myself. The drawings or paintings are testaments to exploration of any given subject, be it love or hate, pain, or comfort. They are products of progress and present snapshots of ideas, life, and curiosity.
As a collection, it may seem like work of several different people. Yet, it’s all done by my hand, sometimes my body. Sometimes all in the same week. My experience is quite erratic, having grown up in Poland and moving to USA as an adolescent. I have lived abroad and traveled many countries, but the true inspiration comes from my everyday life and the people that I encounter.
I work in all mediums, sometimes all at the same time. My hands get dirty, a lot. My mind gets tired, a lot. Yet, it keeps racing, searching for an answer to a question that I don’t remember. I am pleasantly uncomfortable in the presence of blank walls, even sides of buildings. I can’t sit still when I have a writing utensil, even if it’s just a stick in the sand.
I always want to push the boundaries of all that’ve I have learned. I strive to make art that tests me and makes me uncomfortable in all that I discover about myself. The drawings or paintings are testaments to exploration of any given subject, be it love or hate, pain, or comfort. They are products of progress and present snapshots of ideas, life, and curiosity.
As a collection, it may seem like work of several different people. Yet, it’s all done by my hand, sometimes my body. Sometimes all in the same week. My experience is quite erratic, having grown up in Poland and moving to USA as an adolescent. I have lived abroad and traveled many countries, but the true inspiration comes from my everyday life and the people that I encounter.
