homeless

Last week I spent 5 days on travelling.
5 days 3 cities 0 nights of proper sleep.
Exchanging flats so often made me to think about all my experience with sleeping in other people places, I started to count and it suddenly occur that during my 5 years of studies I have spend night in around 200 flats, that gives more than half of year not in my bed.
A lot.
Then I started to think about the nights I have spent in my bed, and then started to think what the term "my bed" means. I was quite often changing the flats and some of them was less familiar to me than some of my friends flats. The last bed witch I can consider to be mine is the one I have at my home. Is more like an exhibition, much before Tracey Emin made an piece of art from her bed, my parents started to show all the guest coming to our house, my room with my bed. I have nothing against that, but I hate the fact that I must live in horrible and unfamiliar space for me just for random people who get a quick look of someone’s daughter room. Almost every day I discover a new vase or picture or something added to my (?) room.
One of the polish actress is now in relationship with Colin Farell. It is nothing exciting or romantic in this fact except one thing- he bought her a flat in Krakow, as a random present.
It is the most incredible gift in the world the guy can give a girl.
When I discovered it, it was the first time I thought how cool is to date a Hollywood actor.
Ok, I am despaired.
I am homeless.
I just need to move somewhere when I can sleep naked .

sometimes when you want to make a photo of a trash bin, you can catch the rainbow

Last post should be about Marina Abramovic but spontaneously it was about THIS morning. I should write something about what Marina did and how it is important to art but I won’t. Often I wonder about if something is art or not, it is common question in modern art. There is so much actions in art that average person can just repeat, some of them are available also for chimpanzees, and some even for my cat. So what make someone who is rubbing his forehead an artist when in the same time millions of people are doing the same thing?
Artist is the person who doesn’t work, who just live.
Rubbing his forehead will be meaningful only if he will prove by his life that it is not a regular action. That whole his life is about rubbing a forehead. That whole his primary school he was noticing only people rubbing their forehead, and he was recording a pieces of movies on the tape whit people rubbing their forehead.
Why am I writing this? Because there are so many artists who I really love but I often have so many doubts about if their works are artworks or just a precisely prepared provocation. There is only few people who I am sure they are honest and real.
One of them is Marina.
She has no boundaries between her life and her art. She made her first performance when she was seven. When she was in relationship with Ulay she was doing an artworks with him, when they broke up they turned it in to art (they walked whole way through the great wall just to say good bye). When she cooking a soup for a dinner is as real as her cutting a star with knife on her belly( I wonder how the scars look like after all this years)Everything she does, she does because she feels she must do it, it is her life.
That's why when she just sits in the gallery,
without blood, knifes, bones and all the stuff
I trust her because it is for real.

By the way, Ulay went to MOMA and sat next to Marina first time since they broke up on the great wall, and she grabed his hand.

window with a heart

That's a really cute window in not really cute place.
Everyday on my way to train station I pass a bunch of widows (yes I am living next to cemetery), then a groups of blind people (society for them on this street) then lots of gypsies (still the same street) and of course a small factory which is making a gravestones. Heart in the window is a stencil for a tombstone for small children. Last but not least comes a killer dog (named by local press) that bit a lot of people, happily not me (not yet). A lot for a 25 minute walk for one person, especially in the morning.
Today I walked whole way, got on train which smelled like piss as usually. Everything was completely the same except third station.
Before the third station you can see: a field, another field and one more field, enough to fall asleep in 3 minutes even if you are well rested.
Today in the field I sow ten guys without pants waving to the train with their genitals.
I had a wonderful day.

pink stinks

Another post about pink? Yeah!
I am writing about pink again because I have read article in my favorite magazine about the pink stinks movement. Usually I agree, all right - I always agree with this magazine but this time they have gone a bridge too far! One of the girls who are the leaders of the group in Poland told a story about her daughter who was really excited in the shop when she saw a pink dress, grab it, and started to shout that she want to be a princess. Her mother explained that in real life we don't dress like princesses because they don’t exist!
First of all, princesses exist, every girl is a princess! Second thing there is noting as bad as being a best fiend of your own child! It is cool to have a good relationship with your own kid but every child needs to have friends in their age, and by not buying her this dress she is simply excluding her daughter from the groups of girls in her age. The only advantage is that her mother feel good about herself being so up to date!
Whole my life I was the smart girl, and smart girls don’t wear pink, that’s obvious. I can wear black (appropriate -so intellectual) brown, purple, red, blue, green but not pink.
Two months ago I went shopping with my friend, and I sow something absolutely silly- pink ballet skirt. I took it - just wanted to try it for fun. In the dressing room I look at myself, I was the same smart girl. But something changed. I had this small twinkle in the eyes, the twinkle of princess.
Yes I bought it , and everybody hates it, they say I get mad, wearing something as tacky and silly as it in the age of 24 but I don't care -I am just happy.
If the girl likes the dress ,she should have it -pink doesn’t make anyone less valuable, and look sometimes quite nice. I know the movement is about role models, but not everyone is as talented as Kathryn Bigelow, the role model of the month. Not everyone will become the women directors or writers but everyone deserve to be happy.
When I was in the kindergarten we had a costume ball all the girls was wearing a princess costumes, except me , my teacher asked why I am not in a princess costume. I said that real princess doesn't need to have a princess costume.

But if that makes them happy they can!

P.S. The water in the bath is realy pink! Is the medicine that doctor gave me last week!

I wanted to write about something else, but then I discovered that Marina Abramovic has an exhibiton in MOMA. More than exhibiton -a retrospective. All rigth, it is more than retrospective! She will be there! All 77 days and a total of over 700 hours of the exbition , she will be siting in front of a table and empty chair. Anyone who will come to exhibition can sit next to Marina! What an opportunity! An exihibtion sometimes can change the life. Meeting other person always change it, maybe not much, but still. Meeting Marina Abramovic is huge. If you won't go, I will come to NY and kill you. Ok, not kill but at least kick in the ankle...

It is not a photo blog, but somehow I feel like sending post without a photo looks empty.

pink cinema

I know, I promised to make a social blog about events and when I started it I quit to go to the parties :)
But instead of party and went with my brother for a photo walk with my analog old camera. I discovered that I completely do not remember how to use it , but when I will develop the photos will see , maybe it is not that bad. The walk end up in the cinema, the only movie they was screening was Tim Burtons Ailce in Wonderland , happily because it was the only one I wanted to see. But more exciting than this movie was that I discovered ( after 24 years spend in my town) that the cinema inside is bright pink ! Such a silly and wonderful color in a public institution! I don’t know why I didn’t notice it before. I don’t know who made this decision to paint it but it was the right one. Kitsch it is the art of making people happy. Each time in capital of Poland appear new piece of art, there is a public discussion it is right or not. The only one that actually made people happy was pink deers( glowing in the night) there was no discussion, everybody just fall in love with them. But what is a small deer in front of whole pink cinema? I am proud of my town :)

a cat in the foil

We have a smal renovation at home so we have a lot of plastic foil everywhere, cat is having a lot of fun. When I sow him lying in this foil, it remaind me an animation from my childhood in wich was a sea made of see-trough plastic bags. So I made a photo of a cat in the see and a friendly hand with evil nails :)

to begin with

As you see, inspired by you I started a small blog for Amanda to poison your mind with my horrible english! yeah (in this point you should hear a psyhodelic laugh of a evil sciencist)