the idea is big

2005. ~ library of white books.
2014. ~ let the summoning commence.

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interview feature

Last month Darren Shields, on deviantART known as arctoa – a tireless community volunteer for the Abstract/Surreal gallery on deviantART – asked me to take part in his series of weekly interview features known as Saturday Spotlight. It has just been published and you can read it now in arctoa’s journal here:

Saturday Spotlight: Volume 029.

new publications, new page

A rich, multilingual anthology of contemporary Slavic arts entitled Między Ochrydą a Bugiem (‘Between Ohrid and the Bug’) edited and translated by Olga Lalić-Krowicka, released earlier in 2011, includes my poem Deszcz (‘Rain’) in Polish and Serbian, and four out of seven illustrations I made for Olga’s poetry volume Mózg (‘Brain’) which is set to release this year.

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Olga’s translation of Deszcz recently has also appeared in the magazine “VIRUS. JEZGRO. IKONA”, issue 6 47, in Niš, Serbia. More to see at a new facebook page for the Art of Jakub Niedziela – please, join in there to follow the latest updates at your facebook wall. But there is more…

My piece “Dance in the Robe of Horizons” has been included in The Art of Collage Yearbook 2010-2011 edited by George Teseleanu. It is available at blurb.com bookstore. The yearbook showcases more than 150 collage artworks from members of the deviantART group The Art of Collage.

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untold, unwritten

Unspoken half-words, as if the shadow of a pen without a pen to cast it onto a page, write themselves in the book of the night. They sink swiftly into the blackness of the paper and fall into the depth of darkness. Even if the echo of the bottom encountered on their way down (or maybe the it is the day encountered, as if light at the other end of a gutter) returns back to the surface, I cannot hear it nor read it through the sleep. On the morrow, the book does not open, and on the following night it is impossible to find the same page again. Their bookmarks are watermarks wandering through the pages when nobody is looking. Writing remains, words flee, thoughts…

de musica

Sometimes one comes across the music that seems to be created not to entertain, or even not to convey the author’s emotions, but the music that seems to simply be, to live and amaze, just like some rare wildflower in its natural environment. It can either vegetate for a long time as a passive element of the background of an expression more dashing because of its purposeful, auctorial emotional influence on a listener; or be regarded just as an exotic decoration. Yet in propicious circumstances, near the ears wide open, it comes forth and evokes a feeling similar to the one that somebody may feel when suddenly noticing that the river rustles and the grass is green.

Writing this, I intentionally cling to the mirage of music separated from the human involvement, I turn a blind eye to hands striking the strings of qanun and moving the bow of nyckelharpe, but from this perspective, the long-lasting continuity of vibrating rhythms, which no-one knows when and by whom they were sowed into collective consciousness, is visible much more clearly. And so, the ancient flora of the Roots Music begins to float off the dried ground, and thousands of its spiritual properties heal the overdriven minds of all modern musical blockheads thundered by bass-boosted earplugs.

Thank you for your attention. I go back to Al Andaluz Project and their brilliant Deus and Diabolus album.

Opening

Welcome to the place situated somewhere between habit and myth. I’ve just moved in but my not all of my bags have arrived yet. For some time I was toying with the idea of setting a foto/art-blog, but in the age of countless art sites offering their splendid services, another destination filled with the same old stuff of mine seemed simply redundant. Maybe it is, but I need to empirically check it by myself, thus – with this art blog I’m beginning my attempt to prove you (or myself) that there’s still more to show and to see.

There has always been something attractive in the art blogs I happened to come across, in their freedom in gathering and showing both faintest and most expressive creative acts. The thought that there’s somebody who would be in the same way attracted by mine was nagging me more and more. Considering that even the smallest piece of art can trigger the dialogue and inspire, I think that existence of this place is justified. The point is not just in showing and watching. It’s also about talking and learning, and there where is knowledge, there is also a value.

As an artist and philologist I have a strange passion for classifying, investigating and describing the most elusive entities, so you may expect the framework of this place to expand, float and transfigure. I hope we won’t get lost, but even if we will… it won’t stop the journey. Welcome to my workshop and: