Usually I photograph instead of writing. I wish I wrote more. More often. I wish I could have that kind of reference for the past, for all those times when writing it down would have been such a relief. Maybe I come from a lineage of things held back, unsaid, forgotten. Maybe it’s just plain […]
“As Andre Marchand says, after Klee: “In a forest, I have felt many times over that it was not I who looked at the forest. Some days I felt that the trees were looking at me, were speaking to me …. I was there, listening …. “ [1] All images above © MONIKA SOSNOWSKI 2015 “Let […]
An impromptu moment and place for a portrait. In the entry hallway to a historic building in Warsaw – the legendary Dom Literatury (The House of Literature). Daylight streamed in by opening the heavy iron door. With light some of the outside chilliness could be felt. Not much to cause shivering, but enough to make […]
© Monika Sosnowski I can’t claim to have lived on the edge. Yielding to a variety of fears kept me aground, waiting endlessly for the storm clouds of familial conflicts and personal angst to abate. Meanwhile as I wandered in between times of purposeful endeavors and overcoming obstacles, my subconscious cultivated defense mechanisms which grew […]
Back to this space I like the most. So much has happened since the last time I posted here. Glad to be back. FacebookTwitter
the truth : the real facts about something : the things that are true. An afternoon in Mary’s kitchen when she still had a kitchen. In our conversations we often pondered the meaning and origin of words. That day it was truth. 3/7/2015 FacebookTwitter
Images above © MONIKA SOSNOWSKI non se·qui·tur/ˌnän ˈsekwədər/ noun (Origin from Latin “it does not follow”) Fragmented narrative continues. In leaps and bounds. A landscape is a place of reference, departure, arrival. Work-in-progress. Alongside I recently discovered the wonderful poetry of Mary Oliver. Here’s one: Mysteries, Yes Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous to be understood. […]
The artist must work towards that which he does not know. Whether this is called invention or finding or searching, it must be a projection beyond the given state of art. ~ David Smith FacebookTwitter
A place called Mystery Point, at dusk on the first day of a new year. Stereo-photo contemplation. FacebookTwitter
