On Thursday afternoon, I enter the tenement house at Ruska 46A/101 in Wrocław, intending to visit the BWA Gallery. However, on the ground floor, my attention is drawn to the glass door and the sign “Toy Piano Gallery”. I open it and suddenly my breath is taken away. I can see several hundred small upright pianos and grand pianos. They look ancient. And, in contrast, to my left, the innovative Cristal Baschet with its large yellow tubes – its eyes.
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Solitude of Blue Ones
Is loneliness the color blue? I wonder this on the blue tram number 18 when I travel to Popowicki Park in Wrocław.
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if I don’t keep you in it
we will disappear forever
from song “disappearing”
What home means to you?
The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.
Maya Angelou
The orange light of sunset behind the curtain, made bed, heather-covered hills, a mother’s hands, a kettle on the stove with laundry drying above it, relaxed cat, people hugging, shoes, glass bottles of homemade juice, the ocean (…) Various images remind us of home. We come from different countries, but we all live in Galway, and we are united by a Photography Exhibition “Home” part of Eastside Arts Festival organized by Hugh Murphy.
Continue readingLisbon Longing
We are sitting again on the celadon green chairs on the cobblestone sidewalk. Sunlight filters through the window of the local café, Despensa N.6. For breakfast, gluten-free pancakes with peaches or buckwheat bread with Flamengo cheese. Everything is Lisbon.
Continue readingRamble of London Camden
The train arrives for St. Pancras International station. –This is London, your final destination – I hear over the loudspeaker, and I feel a tril. Moments later, we’re traversing the narrow underground corridors. And we’re getting off at Chalk Farm. What a beautiful station building.
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Tattoo Moment
I walk through Galway, the blue-yellow Tigh Neahtain bar gleaming in a good mood. People getting inspired from here and now. My favorite Dominik Street winks in the Galway Bay Tatto window. I always knew that this Art Gallery was where I would get my tattoo. Because there is a charm exhibition by Nancy Klain, botanical artist & owner of this studio. And it fascinate me every time.
Continue readingDaily Piece of Art To Be Alive
In our roof garden, large orange and red toadstools have grown, sprinkled with irregular balls that look like rolled-up papers. When November draws in the clouds and starts raining all day long, our toadstools are like living pieces of art, their colours shining through the darkest thoughts.
Continue readingHania Rani Can Do Anything In Music
–Long day – a guy talks to us in Dudley’s Bar, where we are waiting for a concert by Hania Rani, a Polish pianist and composer. I’m drinking a pint of Blue Ghosts in honor of her new album ‘Ghosts’.
– Oh yes, it’s a very long and exciting day, for us, we came from Galway, because just around the corner in Vicar Street will perform an amazing artist who can do anything in music – says Maciek.
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