a special place

I was born and grew up at the sea. and when the time of my studies came, I moved to a bigger city - also at the sea. there is no better place to think, to rest, to play and to disappear than a sandy beach overlooking the greyest of all seas: the baltic sea.
a friend of mine once told me she nearly drowned when she was a little girl - she was afraid of water since then. but now as an adult she discovered that whenever she feels vulnerable she automatically turns to the sea, a river, a lake. water calms her down, gives her strenght and clears her mind.
I like that story. water as a threat, water as a friend. hypnotyzing, always on the move.

there is one place near my hometown that I love particularly - a beautiful combination of a wide sandy beach and a dense forest. it's this specific kind of forest with lots of coniferous trees and ground that is a mixture of soil and sand. you have to find your way through the forest to get to the sea.
during summer we used to go there often with t. and I'd give much to be there in this very moment:)

have a good sunday afternoon!
-oh

and the beloved summer trio: seaside, bike & boyfriend:)

autumn

during the past few days my browser has been chock-full of different sites having one common denominator – jim houser.

I found his art accidentally (per usual, not looking is the best way to find) and got encharmed. sooo encharmed. love the kind-of-sad-fairy-tale poetics – so clear, simple, intense and touching. love the way he constructs his exhibitions – it’s so complex, filled with all of these beautiful details. it’s like a crazy trip to jim houser innerspace that is both soothing and painful. the guy didn’t have an easy life and you can feel it in his art.
there are some pretty not bad interviews with him so if you’re in the mood to get some reading, go here or here. I kind of like that he doesn't really have his own website.

remember this? I simply love all the blues-and-browns. here and there.

I’m not really in my writing mood today – the sewer’s learning, I’m gradually cutting some new bags, there is pretty much of silence up here. just wanted to introduce you to jim h. (unless you already know him) and say hello to september – it’s such a good month!

-savez

jim houser

summer, summer, but...

yeah, yeah, yeah... I know that summer is the time when we should all be uplifted, colourful and half-naked. what's more - I have absolutely nothing against it! I like watching mr. hedonism kissing lady joy, I like hearing the old bastard lazyness yawning at noon and I don't give a damn about aunt responsibility telling him to get up right away. naaaaaaaa, c'mmon, it's summer!

why do I then post these grey, bleak images? why is there a hidden but in everything I've just written? the answer is easy: it's all because of kieślowski. krzysztof kieślowski.
if one summer day you'll get bored of everything that's light and entertaining and feel a violent need of something more - watch one oh his movies. it's more than worth it. it's more than intelligent in its sharp, but very sensitive attitude and more than beautiful in its minimalistic poetics. try to find films from the decalogue cycle or - that should be easier - one of his french films. you'll have a lot to think about laying on a beach or hitting a long road. I bet you will!

enjoy!
-savez

it's where we are

if this continues, we shall make no more bags or whatever else and this year will be only about watching good old movies. yup. we got drowned. we're sorrounded by well known faces, strong characters, complicated plots, thrilling music, long, steady shots, black suits, crazy hair, guns, girls eating ice cream, neverending u.s. highways, horses, battles, prison bars, futuristic visions in colour and black-and-white. there is no end to it.
god bless the Lumiere brothers!
-oh

ps. happy new year!

when you glue white into shades of blue

dear mummy and daddy! one day, after I sell a whole bunch of 'staklene bombone' bags and become very, very rich, I shall go to this website, choose the cutest, warmest, bluest, caty-caty-cat picture and click 'add to basket' button. then I shall do nothing but wait till a courier knocks at my door. and when finally the delivery shall enter my pretty damn good rented appartment I will hang it on a wall, straight above my head. not too high so that I could touch it whenever I want to. and I will make me a cup of tea (yup, tea). and I will stare. and stare. and stare.
and I'll give a damn about the pathetic weakness of today's snow. and about holes in my boots. and a broken oven. and friends going to guatemala while we sew in grey bg. and a cat that I don't have. and even a lady from a local maxi store who always tries to steal me a dinar.
and everything will be clear, mild and reachable.

thank you, timothy karpinski!

if you never saw his works, go and check! and if you have some spare money, click and buy;)

timothy karpinksi, lost at sea, and that's fine by me