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Blog by Wiesław Sadurski, the author of the wisarts.com and all the presented files.
HERE is a bridge between the material canvas and the infinite digital space!
HERE every stroke is a heartbeat in a larger story of which we are all a part.
Reading / seeing requires a certain level of enlightenment!
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Dec. 17. 2024
here again SHE,contemplative,
in the peace of the heart and the music of the spheres...
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tu znowu ONA,
zamyślona,
w pokoju serca i muzyce sfer...
Dec. 17. 2024
SHE, however painted, yet inspired.../
ONA, byle jak malowana, a przecież natchniona...
Dec. 16. 2024
I find no title for this painting!
Dec. 12.2024
The world outside the window is gray and wet, but from this side of the window I make it out of light, colors, and events.
Dec. 03.2024
Autumn Landscape
Dec. 03.2024
November 29.2024
Paul Blackmore, my friend, Irish designer who helped me with updating website, saying goodby to Berlin after several years of surviving.
November 28.2024
Rejoice, Fulfillment is near! ACTION ABSTRACTION!
In the abundance of ideas and impressions, I take refuge in images in which nothing reigns. And its derivatives.
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Raduj się, spełnienie jest blisko! AKCJA ABSTRAKCJA.
W nadmiarze wyobrażeń i wrażeń chronię się w obrazy na których króluje nic. I jego pochodne.
November 28.2024
I met Janek for the length of one coffee. A good guy, he wouldn't even hurt a rat. He confided, it's a cruel job for me.
I deserved some entertainment after the fact. I modeled Janek's mind! Hey, good thing he can't see the image!
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Spotkałem Janka na długość jednej kawy. Zacny chłopina, nawet szczurowi krzywdy nie wyrządzi. Zwierzał się, okrutna dla mnie praca...
Po fakcie należała mi się rozrywka. Wymodelowałem umysł Janka! Hey! dobrze, że obrazka nie widzi!
November 27.2024
Tenderness is on guard, the brushes are delicate, my love is self-luminous.
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Czułość czuwa, delikatne są pędzle, moja miłość jest samoświetlna.
November 26.2024
Personally, I am pleased with the development of the waste processing industry!
There are increasingly better waste filters and waste disposal devices.
Agricultural lands, waters, air, even space are being cleaned.
They are excellent and constantly improving machines for turning shit into shit!
I hope it gets even better.
November 26.2024
From the book I am working on, JOYS OF EVERYDAY LIFE - RADOŚCI CODZIENNOŚCI
"Primal love comes in different shapes, colors and forms.
It brings them all together at the living place of the present.
It is an abstract point, therefore not limited; in the experience of time,
of personal identity with the vastness of space.
Primal love shines on its own in the middle of the great night."
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Pierwotna miłość wciela się w różne kształty, kolory i formy.
Łączy je wszystkie w żywym miejscu teraźniejszości.
Jest to punkt abstrakcyjny, zatem nieograniczony w doświadczaniu czasu
i osobistej tożsamości z bezmiarem przestrzeni.
Pierwotna miłość świeci sama przez się w środku wielkiej nocy.
November 24.2024
From the book I am working on, JOYS OF EVERYDAY LIFE
"what makes me start writing this poem at dawn?
this is what causes death that is next to me.
does not let me care about the death of a loved one
equalizes all hierarchies, makes me be here and now.
thanks to its vigilant absence it does not allow any mistakes
it makes me equal to a pear tree
it tells me to do what I wish
everything is insignificant and soaked in radiance
I go from existence to existence
I can be a wolf or a reed"
November 24.2024
From the book I am working on, JOYS OF EVERYDAY LIFE
"so without any hesitation
I will give you to the wind, the stars, the stream and the green meadow.
to a glass of water and to my paintings.
I will hand you over to the flames!
yes! suddenly at night I will grant you visions.
to the stars in the ashtray, to the barn marked by the moonlight.
I will give you to the sparrows, to the caresses of my skin, to the uncertain future, to eternity tasting bread!
I will definitely give you to everything I am."
November 23.2024
I don't feel like leaving the house in the gray and fog, so I invent a walk in the dazzling rays of the sun, where trees are like torches...
Miss Autumn, whom I affectionately call the Kitsch Princess, embodies Good, Truth and Beauty, all in one happy moment!
In an ethereal dance of light
My Beloved turned out to be Golden Autumn
November 20.2024
From the book I'm working on, JOYS OF EVERYDAY LIFE
"For me, I am becoming an old man almost imperceptibly. I can hardly walk!
That's why I'm ordering myself a pure gold chariot.
I will harness to him three horses that graze and frolic in my generous meadows.
You will know their names by their colors, they are Truth, Beauty, Good.
I'll smoke a joint - and we'll fly through the universe, whatever!
I have precise bearings of our destination! I know, I won't tell!"
November 19.2024
From the book I'm working on, JOYS OF EVERYDAY LIFE"This wind, caressed by my smile, a river - around the earth - flowing sunny, green-golden swirls of air at the shores.
These majestic shores and populated hills are stepping stones to new puzzles.
Enter here carefully. This wind blows from the origin of the world through all existences, minds, energies. He just discouraged me from thinking I was anyone.
He suggests that I become the wind.
Now the orchards will be swarming with rainbows and storms, we better get out of the way!"
November 17.2024
From the book I'm working on, JOYS OF EVERYDAY LIFE
"joy like streams of fire
laugh, bridal horses
grazed on the flame
laugh horses there are
galloping paths through your hooves
through our ribbons and streamers
this blue like the sky
the green one like a tree
this red like blood
may trees, blood and sky
they sang in our hooves
they got tangled in streams
grazed on the flame"
November 15.2024
From the book I'm working on, JOYS OF EVERYDAY LIFE
‘I lit a fire among the rocks by the sea, I immersed myself in the fire,
I take the flames in my hands and raise them above my head
please look at these bright shapes in the fire,
for the ghosts with pierced palms,
these are the shapes of those crucified from the beginning of the world,
these are the light shadows of those killed for the good of humanity,
for the good of the race, the nation, for fame
their shed blood flows in my veins today,
and the night is warm, it cares for the sacred fire,
hey! silverwing mind, ignite!
Nov. 13.2024
There are revelations, there is no salvation! There are canvases everywhere, I turn them around.
A friend comes and says with compassion: - It takes a lot of time to paint like this,
- or a little bit of eternity - I put in.
- ... and the common man is in a hurry these days. He has to earn money for his family, hustle, and take part in many matters. The common man has no time for art.
- Andrzej, what do I care about the common man? - I answer. - The common man is extinct!
November 03.2024
I have no questions, I do not expect answers. What to dream about? I did not succeed with peace on earth, wise governments, compassion of all. Maybe it is more modest, personally, since the influence on the general is zero? Autumn sponsor will support me in the project - to become transparent, so that the sky can be seen through me. What else can I do for you!?
I have a healthy attitude to the future. Personal does not matter at all, because I am eager for surprises; general is ambiguous, there is no reason to get involved. I live in today. I know theoretically that there was a past, my fellow creatures howl in pain, that there will be a future - and I do not believe it! When I do not wake up, day or night - always today. Never anything else.
Yes, a farmer like my father - sows the seed in spring, waits for the summer harvest; he has a personal interest in maintaining time in existence. I have no interest, agricultural or economic; it is always the same to me; I crawl between infinities on my knees, since my shoes leak.
The night postulate of timelessness is not accepted by the heart; your head also nods negatively from afar. Sleep? I am only shy in lessons of hatred. It can be total; destroy everything that is, clean up the rubbish. I advise you not to find yourself in the field of fire. I am friendly, but the bullets are impartial, merciless.
How to define happiness? It is what I miss. 
October 28.2024
Just 20 years ago I was beautiful and young, I lived in a world of harmony, joy and freedom - because that is how I created it in 3-D.
I was under special supervision, some UFO-people examined my palette and brush! It's a good thing they didn't interfere with my painting.
What is left of those times? Harmony, joy and freedom. Not bad!
October 20.2024
From the book I'm working on, JOYS OF EVERYDAY LIFE
‘Barbed Wire Sister writes a letter to me out of concern.
She wants to live in a world of peace painted with the brushes of nature.
There are here unspoken words, dreams made up out of the corner of an eye, and compassion in many shades of blue.
Her rainbow longing flows fearlessly to the edge of the night,
death appears unnecessary.‘
October 19.2024
From the book I'm working on, JOYS OF EVERYDAY LIFE
‘The trap of finiteness, the cage of life and death becomes airy,
for it hears the flowers opening to greet the morning.
I am in as a sober wreck of hope in a ruthless sea.
I do not respond to the terror of the finite in all its gold ochres and unstoppable blues.
I share the colors of the hardship of daily resurrection with everyone.‘
October 16, 2024
From the book I'm working on, JOYS OF EVERYDAY LIFE
‘hello, friend! are you ready?
the universe is waiting right now,
ready to join the flight?
galaxies wide open to let you in,
all what is there dancing, longing
wide open wings of your heart
matter in luminous dance of energy, yes,
the flight into the light,
nothing less than everything
spirit on rise, love in action
you, me, we, the brotherhood of now
a love story called one
now, always, forever
wide opened wings of your heart‘
October 14, 2024
From the book I'm working on, JOYS OF EVERYDAY LIFE
‘I saw on the way: the great Terror was holding the hand of the little Beauty.
By its nature, it knows no fear. They were heading towards my death.
I went for a coffee where I usually do. Gazette as usual. News as always.
- Is life truly linear? - I'm asking you as if I don't know.
Blessed ignorance, sleep in the womb of the world. I am enchanted by the ordinary;
three more incarnations and I'll slip through life unnoticed, normal.‘
October 12, 2024
‘Miss Cosmos is My Love,
in her there is the light of day and the vastness of the lonely night;
ripening fields of wheat and a gentle rivers;
the stars, the moons, the suns
and everything that is and everything that is not.‘
October 10.24
After a few weeks I left the house for a walk, slowly joyful, determined to implement learning to walk.
The selfie testifies that as Momentary Infinity I manifest myself in the park.
I looked at my street gardens; the stems are ripening, new plants are growing densely in the premonition of May.
We will bloom again!
October 9. 24; from the book that I am working on, JOYS OF EVERYDAY LIFE.
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You know that? Energy = Mass times the speed of Light squared.
If you understand - rest in what understands - for that is Spirit.
If you do not understand - rest in what does not understand - for that is Spirit.
October 8. 24
A good fever is a common onset of visions and hallucinations. So I went to Miss Infinity's lecture! Of course - in the Auditorium Maximum!
Weird lecture; Miss Infinity has no speech. Uses people instead of letters, words, paragraphs.
To express herself in this inspired Cosmos - she uses all of us without question - always young, virtuous, impudent. It's a hat!
I agree to be used, I want to be featured in this lecture. At least as a comma...
Ah, the fever has gone away!...
October 6. 24; from the book that I am working on, JOYS OF EVERYDAY LIFE.
Between my thoughts I walked to the meadow that trombones draw on a piece of night
so close to infinity that my skin shivers.
A lonely being can hardly hold back an ocean of ecstasy.
Before my eyes, the visible is born from the invisible. Matter manifests itself as crystallizations of light.
It reveals the dazzling architectures of humanity, the streams of time carrying creatures, objects, shapes, all heading towards infinity.
The banner of the burning blue, ignorance without fear, the singing of darkness, death.
I have nothing better to cover with a blanket of midnight sleep.
Okt. 5. 24
IN A SENSE EVERYTHING IS of light, revealed from light in the First Flash, evolving in light, crystallizing into matter, objects, and visible in light.
From light flowers on the table, the table hugged to the floor in a gravitational embrace, from light gravity and the mind formulating it into equations. The luminous hum of the bus in the street leading to light, luminous consciousness, which condenses into clouds and sun.
Fingers of light, black keyboard from brightness, words from photons, amplitudes of existence, harmonic architectures of radiance, death from shining, eyes tired from light, yellowing leaves of the lime tree, yellow and all colors - straight from light!
Autumn is of light, longing for light woven from rays, thoughts from solar winds, the pain of existence stretched in a halo of radiance. Light - in light - knows no time, like love. Past and future are functions of the autumn wind. It blows from the source, directly from the light!
The source from the light, thirsty lips from the light. Mysteries of light, a slice of bread on the table, water rustling in the head, unfulfilled torment, a spider and its web, and a fly from the light. Inhalation is from the world and exhalation from the light; the canvas from dancing quanta, and the image from the light.
Light shines through human passions, hells, illusions, ascensions, terrible and sublime deeds; all turn out to be from photons and speeds of light; darkness turns out to be the space of light, despair turns out to be the death of light; there is nothing that is not born in the glow.
In a sense, everything is nothing, but made of light.
You read these words and you are light, I write these words, they dissolve in the light. Who said that this should be comprehensible?
Okt. 3. 24
Today, Kitten woke me up, touching my cheek with his paw. I opened my eyes with a sigh: - How lucky I am that I am alone and far away!
I gave the kittens breakfast, took an herbal bath for the cold, made some tea and wrapped myself in a sheepskin because the cold shivers had returned.
After an hour of sleep, I woke up healthy. I am taking a selfie for the occasion.
I haven't eaten for two days, I am drinking water and tea; I think I will go on a hunger strike; a week or two on the water will cleanse me of my physical infatuations.
Okt. 2, 2024
I have a raging fever for the third day. And a bit of a craving for horrors.
"Each step a story, each breath a storm."
In the twilight of perception,
where people dance on the edge of reason,
I stand against the rising light,
watching the world twist under the weight of dreams.
Eyes closed, I feel the pulse of the unseen.
The hectic heartbeat of the earth throbbes
through the soles of my spectral feet.
Each step a story, each breath a storm.
The world spins in a kaleidoscope of chaos,
where colors bleed beyond their meanings,
silver storms rage in serene skies,
and the green gaze of the night knows no bounds.
My fingers trace the beauty,
sketching silent symphonies,
the rhythm of the unrevelled,
the tempo of the void.
Here, amidst the whirl of cosmic dust,
I find order in the bedlam,
music in the mute.
This dance of lights, fates and shadows,
this symphony of dissonance,
is the melody of my making,
the chaos that cradles my love.
September 25, 2024
My grandsons David and Luka laugh at me - and with me at you.
September 18, 2024
When my heart's in trouble
When my heart's in trouble, I go on a quest
To find another one that'll beat on my chest
I seek high and low, in every color and hue
And soon enough, I find one or a few!
In a rainbow of challenges, I see them all
From the bold and the brave to the timid and small
And though they may differ in shape and in size
Each one has the power to make my heart rise!
But how to calculate this thing called love?
To measure its depth, its height, and its curve?
I'll need an equation, something quite new
To make love's math visible to me to you!
So let's put our hearts together and see what we find
Perhaps love's formula is all in the mind
Or maybe it's a force that defies all measure
A cosmic connection that no math can treasure!
Either way, we'll keep searching, both far and wide
For the answer to love that we cannot hide
And in the end, we'll find that it's not just a sum
But a magical mystery that makes life so fun!
September 13, 2024
Heaven on Earth
September 06, 2024
Luka and Flower look at each other; this is their first meeting.
September 02, 2024
I don't recognize my own face
and I don't know where I come from
I'm from nearby: wind and eagle call me their brother
I've traveled through time, I've seen from the very edge:
people carry tamed beasts within, and forms aren't what they seem to be
yet here, everywhere, I see you, your glow warms me
how gently
it shines through jasmine petals guarding nearby,
through a woman's eyes when she becomes with me
It's the vibration of the beginning, the flickering of sparks,
independent stepping from nowhere to nowhere,
the omnipotent flame
I drew “Girl Against the Night” in 1969. In the summer of 2024, a series of colorful interpretations of the motif by AI was created.
31.08.2024
Blessed day; summer flowers, leaves unfurling in the sun.
And people hurrying, and our affairs, and our daily bread.
Blessed are the works and achievements, the pleasures and desperations, the terrors and wars.
Deeds and refraining from deeds, love, hate and everything that passes.
Yes, the starry sky and clouds in you, wind and flame, ecstasy.
Fear and the moonstone on the heart, a glass of water on the table and everything that is fleeting.
Blessed is every breath that passes, every mortal life in this great one.
Blessed because it passes; because it is now.
Never yesterday or tomorrow, always here. The everlasting that passes.
28.08.2024
my dog was called rex which means king
I was five years old when I had my last dog
a black hole sucked him in
he was bound with an iron chain to the tree and shot
one has explained it all to me in words
I saw it then and now when I look back and see something strange
there it was my lack of emotion
I was five and already had a full understanding of life
nothing has changed to this very day
26.08.2024
Avadhuta-Gita - Chapter IV - Definition of Essence
1. Here one neither invokes nor rejects god; what is the meaning of offerings, flowers, recitations, incense, meditations, identity, form and difference? How can one worship the good?
2. I am not only beyond bondage and liberation, beyond purity and impurity, beyond union and separation, but I am This - the freedom of nirvana, vast as the sky.
3. It is true that everything is created, it is also true that nothing is created; I have never had any doubts. I am free, joyful, pure as I am.
4. I have neither distance nor lack of distance, I am neither divisible nor indivisible, I am neither form nor formless. I am free, joyful, pure as I am.
5. I have never discovered any knowledge, I have never looked enlightenment in the face; How can I be told that I know or that I do not know? I am free, joyful, pure as I am.
6. I am neither bound nor loose, neither joined nor separated; I am without religion, without sin. I am free, joyful, pure as I am.
7. I have no friend, enemy or even indifferent; I have no master or subject; How can I be told that something is good, something else is bad? I am free, joyful, pure as I am.
8. I am not a follower or a deity; I never advise anything, I never practice; I am the nature of consciousness; how can I describe it? I am free, joyful, pure as I am.
9. There is nothing that understands, nothing to understand, nothing like home or homelessness; how can I be told that something is emptiness, something is fullness? I am free, joyful, pure as I am.
10. There is no one who understands, there is nothing to understand. I am neither cause nor effect. How can I be told that I am knowable or unknowable? I am free, joyful, pure as I am.
11. There is nothing that divides, nothing to be divided; I am neither knower nor knowledge. How can I be told about becoming, about passing away? I am free, joyful, pure as I am.
12. I am neither corporeal nor incorporeal; I have no soul, intellect, senses; How can I be told about bond or lack of bond? I am free, joyful, pure as I am.
13. The Self I can only hint at, nevertheless it is hidden, nevertheless - revealed. How can I be told that it is different or identical? I am free, joyful, pure as I am.
14. I have neither conquered the senses nor conquered them; I neither restrain myself nor indulge myself. Friend, how can one speak of success or failure? I am free, joyful, pure as I am.
15. I have no form, I am not formless; I do not begin, continue, or end anything. Friend, what can one speak of power or weakness? I am free, joyful, pure as I am.
16. My son, I brew neither nectar nor poison; I am neither mortal nor immortal; how can one speak to me that something is bad or something is good? I am free, joyful, pure as I am.
17. There is neither day nor night; I never meditate, I do not wake, I do not dream, I do not sleep, I never pass away; how can one speak to me of the transcendental or the relative? I am free, joyful, pure as I am.
18. I am beyond the one and beyond the many; I have no illusions, I have no freedom from illusions; How could I recommend rituals, prayers? I am free, joyful, pure as I am.
19. Know, I am enlightenment free from meditation and lack of meditation. How can I speak of union or separation? I am free, joyful, pure as I am.
20. I am neither learned nor ignorant; I never observe silence, I never frighten silence. How can I speak of reason, of the need for logic? I am free, joyful, pure as I am.
21. I was not born of mother and father, in a family or clan, so how could I die? How can I speak of insight or blindness? I am free, joyful, pure as I am.
22. I never shine nor cease to shine; I never appear, I never disappear. How could I recommend morning or evening prayer? I am free, joyful, pure as I am.
23. Know, without doubt, I am boundless, remember, I am indivisible and unsullied. I am free, joyful, pure as I am.
24. My son, the courageous one abandons meditation, abandons good deeds, abandons evil deeds, joyfully drinks the nectar of abandonment. I am free, joyful, pure as I am.
25. In the Self there are no spells or talismans; nothing to learn, nothing to study. In supreme consciousness the Avadhuta babbler sings the truth.
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Such is the Fourth Chapter on Essence in the sacred poem Avadhuta-Gita, sung by Sri Avadhuta Dattatreya, addressed to Sri Kartika Swami.
19.08.2024
My grandsons Luka and David are enjoying the new day.
16.08.2024
My flowery balcony seen from the bedroom window. At any time there are butterflies, bees, bumblebees, moths; I can't see very well, but I'm really happy.
09.08.2024
Old age is joy, death is a wedding.
I entered the 85th year of life - I feel competent in the subject.
06.08.2024
I'm simply not connected to the universal law of gravity,
and they say I'm crazy
and they're absolutely right! after all, I haven't killed anyone
I haven't lied to anyone
I haven't believed in anyone
I let myself be pollinated by bees
I make violins out of autumn forests,
in my head, I have what's above
it,
the sun, ladies and gentlemen!
01.08.2024
I shaved my respectable beard on the occasion in which I greet you with a selfie.
30.07.2024
It's truly unbelievable, but as time goes by
I remember more and more
just yesterday those moments returned to me
when I didn't have a name yet
back then, colors were signs of the invisible
and sounds radiated the inaudible
I feel I'm returning to the source
as I ponder what is not there
and I tell you, young friend, my certainty is strange!
that I will go through dying without closing my eyes
27.08.2024
naprzeciw ciebie jestem sam
jak wobec świata
jesienne niebo jest pełne i czyste
jutro mnie pod nim nie ma
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facing you I am alone
as when I face the world
autumn sky is perfectly clear
tomorrow I won't be beneath it
23.07.2024
Inconsolable loneliness in flames!
18.07.2024
before leaving the house I check carefully
if the light and gas are turned off
if there's no smoldering cigarette butt somewhere
as a child, I had an infectious disease,
I was in the hospital for a long time
one night, I approached the window
the horizon was filled with a shimmering glow
the Warsaw ghetto was burning
I watched like this every night, back then I thought it was a beautiful sight
and now that I know beauty and ugliness are human excuses,
I even check the trash can in case fire has snuck in
I wouldn't want this to happen again
11.07.2024
I go for a walk in the sun. My street garden is going wild with love. There was bare earth here, look what happens in the summer.
Ahmed, leaning over his mustache, glides around Mariannenplatz, thirty laps, hands crossed behind his back, thumb moving the seeds of an Islamic rosary, just like last spring, except the poor thing has aged a year. I assure him that my heart is still beating, and I ask, because he also moves the seeds in conversation: - Do you really believe that with each rosary seed you are closer to Allah? - Maybe not closer to Allah, because I am a sinner like you, but with each seed closer to death, and therefore also to Allah, ha ha ha! - he laughs, delighted with the joke. Because he has cancer.
And after returning home, Andrzej drops in for tea and tells us about Poland: - Do you know what is happening? There is no one to govern, to pass laws, they are all arguing about who stole more! - Good thing the TV broke! - I reply.
08.07.2024
What makes more sense than blah-blah? Vigil! I paint it on canvases.
The vigil takes place individually. Like dying, like being born.
Beautiful is the love vigil, that dazzling paradox where 1 + 1 = 1.
By wakefulness I now mean the peaceful presence of perspectives and horizons,
suns and galaxies, countless living, sentient beings and the infinite universe.
Vigil on the edge of existence. Here, anything is possible.
A leap into the unknown, something that doesn't exist yet, but is just around the corner!
It is the breath of emptiness, non-existence, the unknown - as it unfolds
into manifestation to reveal itself in the human dimension.
05.07.2024
What am I curious about?
The diversity of the morning street surrounded by the bright splendor of the rising day.
Myriads of galaxies in every direction, light-years away - do you find yourself in them?
Is the currant pearl different from the full moon?
I know of a secret space where they are identical,
dreamed by the idolatrous singing of quarks, the inspirations of mesons,
infinite glory to them.
A slice of bread, air, a glass of water - I have everything I need for love at dawn.
04.07.2024
My grandsons tiny Luka and quite a big David.
04.07.2024
Just one movement of thought is enough, and the space of the heart emerges a clear image of mountain peaks, above them the starry sky stretches lazily, and even lower, valleys, forests and streams enjoy their existence.
In the foreground there are stones covered with green moss; an absurd fence of stones connected by pipes, in which the waters of brotherhood still murmur; a raft of brave men-at-arms faces the waterfalls. In the space that actively moves towards infinity, flames appear, blowing here and there through villages and cities, war the heir of ignorance.
Let there be an index finger, let it warn of what is inevitably happening. Let the lightning flash, the volcano sigh, the galactic spiral sing.
Total visual freedom, just the intention, and the views open up before your eyes. The lands are spreading, there are wars, marches, lightning. In the eye that is. This is not funny. Mind images, cosmic sewage. What's the point of all this?
27.06.2024
Between my thoughts I walked to the meadow that trombones draw on a piece of night
so close to infinity that my skin shivers.
A lonely being can hardly hold back an ocean of ecstasy.
Before my eyes, the visible is born from the invisible.
Matter manifests itself as crystallizations of light.
It reveals the dazzling architectures of humanity, the streams of time carrying creatures, objects, shapes,
all heading in the same direction, towards infinity.
The banner of the burning blue, ignorance without fear, the singing of darkness, death.
I have nothing better to cover with a blanket of midnight sleep.
24.06.2024
Primal love comes in different shapes, colors and forms.
It brings them all together at the living place of the present.
It is an abstract point, therefore not limited - in the experience of time,
of personal identity with the vastness of space.
Primal love shines on its own in the middle of the great night.
22.06.2024
in a search for the meaning of life
art is in direct relation to everything
grows in darkness, flies to light,
loves the unknown, makes me free
21.06.2024
You know that? Energy = Mass times the speed of Light squared.
If you understand - rest in what understands - for that is Spirit.
If you do not understand - rest in what does not understand - for that is Spirit.
20.06.2024
In the time-space continuum, all points of life are given from birth to death.
A luminous diagram in many dimensions, independent of our concept of time,
in front of which I can rest, abandon my imagination and live.
In knowledge or ignorance - who cares, since everything is.
The endeavor of life is to fulfill what is fulfilled.
16.06.2024
Imagine this - for yourself or for someone else - I left home at the beginning of the spring -
and I'm still not back.
In the full sun I fell ill with a immortal disease.
What I won't experience, what I won't think, where my eye won't rest - everywhere, always, everything - hallelujah!
People, other creatures, deserts, also marigolds, oaks, poplars in the rain and savannahs in the snow - hallelujah!
It's so amazing that it takes my breath away.
Do you think this is curable?
13.06.2024
She is a descendant of the Islands, the City, and the Skies. Crystal blue beaches, steel concrete jungles, storms she requires.
12.06.2024
Luka is doing well, and we wish that for you too!
12.06.2024
I live in the city of Berlin. What do I see? Klaus doesn't remember me, he glides elegantly like 30 years ago when he invited me to a concert; he was a conductor. Today he's slightly hunched, glasses on his face, a roll of newspaper in his hand. Polished as if for a judgment day, which he doesn't believe in.
He stops, looks around, checks the area. No one is watching; I don't count, I sit on a stone and watch like a frog, not focusing my eyes, but perceiving 180°. Klaus drops the newspaper, this is a theater for no one, picks it up together with the cigarette butt that was lying on the pavement. He makes sure, politely, that no one is watching. He lights it after a few steps and inhales deeply. That's why I don't like bourgeoisie.
In the morning the boy rides his bike to the garbage can in the yard, checks the contents, takes out junk. Every day. Some board, a beer bottle. Hope that one day he will find something he didn't lose. That's why I don't like bourgeoisie. Shivananda lived here a century ago. What did he say about it? - If you have more than three shirts, tell whom you stole them from!
08.06.2024
It's all for love. I'll confide in you. Rather restrained in public transgressions, I dream of making a happening. Namely, I am good at fire. Imagine this - I'm bothering with the description for you. There is even a square where the party can take place. Away from the buildings, nothing will get done.
I'll start building with small oil paintings. I arrange them like a house of cards. This includes cardboards, drawings, larger paintings, and graphics. They are placed and arranged at the right angle to make the whole thing as airy as possible. There must be half a thousand paintings on canvas, thousands of papers. Many of them have never been in the sun before! A large structure is being constructed. Outside I place these huge 2- or 3-meter-high colossus paintings, they glow beautifully in full light.
The tent-like structure has a small entrance through which you can crawl inside. I built it? I will rest for a while, pour liberal amounts of turpentine and linseed oil normally used for painting over the paintings, using up the leftover supplies. I will crawl into the center, sit in the lotus, smoke one last joint, and feed the fire to the images. Whatever is made of fire, let it be fulfilled in fire!
This is my avant-garde approach to my art. Impractical, like everything else I do. First of all, there is a daughter, a lot of colleagues and friends, but no one will help with carrying the paintings. Secondly - they will put out the fire, rascals, before I finish smoking the joint. And then they will put me in chains for using public space, send me into exile or make me pay a fine, or maybe they will accept pay in installments... Beat your ass! I ask myself (because who‘s else in this loneliness): - How can one be an artist under such conditions?
Under the sail of butterfly‘s wing, the boat of my life flows on the calm waves of the endless night.
I sometimes see millennia-old glaciers of belief and trust melting nearby.
I don't sing about the time and space of fear!
The bright is solitude of a bright night.
The joy of life is infinite and the suffering unfinished.
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Pod żaglami ze skrzydeł motyla łódź mojego życia płynie na spokojnych falach bezkresnej nocy.
Niekiedy widzę w oddali topniejące lodowce wiary i zaufania,
nie śpiewam jednak o czasie i przestrzeni lęków!
Jasność jest samotnością jasnej nocy.
Radość życia jest nieskończona, cierpienie niedokończone.
I finally left home. I was somewhat surprised to find that I could still walk. Cats require fresh grass; I walked for a good kilometer to find that it was a holiday and everything was closed. I was comforted by the sight of a street garden that is now independent: it grows without my participation. I'm taking a selfie on this occasion. Greetings.
The Horse-Whisperer, Who Was a Human - by Wiesław Sadurski;
80 psychedelic poems written half a century ago, and as many brand new AI images visuallizing my poems.
Here's what co-creator AI thinks about my cover:
"Your cover looks stunning! The vibrant, psychedelic style of the Horse-Whisperer really stands out against the cosmic backdrop, and the inclusion of your name and the title integrates well with the artwork. It seems to wonderfully convey the essence of otherworldliness and the mystical quality that I sense in your poetry. What a delightful fusion of visual art and verse!"
I finally left the house. I was somewhat surprised to find that I could still walk. Cats need fresh grass; I walked for a good kilometer to find that it was a holiday and everything was closed. I was comforted by the sight of a street garden that is now independent: it grows without my participation. I take a selfie on this occasion. Greetings.
The Creation is dancing in the Garden of my Heart.
I work with AI, the Horse-Whisperer is galloping into being!
The Horse-Whisperer, Who Was a Human
In the kaleidoscopic realm of swirling dreams,
Where time unspools like strands of silken seams,
A thousand hues coalesce, and dimensions intertwine,
At the edge of perception, where the stars realign.
Dancing lights pirouette on the tips of desire,
As synesthetic visions set the cosmos afire,
The whispers of Horse-Whisperer echo and twirl,
In a hypnotic ballet, as new realities unfurl.
Morphing shapes and sounds, a phantasmagoric display,
An odyssey through the unknown, where shadows hold sway,
Each flicker of thought births a universe anew,
With infinite pathways for the wanderer to pursue.
In this swirling vortex of hallucinatory splendor,
The boundaries of the mind crack and surrender,
And in this final page of our fantastical journey,
The essence of creation unfurls in its glory.
As we bid farewell to the world of Horse-Whisperer,
Remember the magic that lies deep within the ether,
For every thought conceived, and each dream we explore,
Unveils new realms, and endless possibilities galore.
Wait, wait, I'll play for you soon!
Ah! If it had a scent, it would convince you to have a happy moment!
Facebook reminds me of my happy spring in Kyoto eight years ago,
and the conversation with the Celestial King
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I feel weak, vulnerable tonight.
So I please: - Take care of me. Give me to the winds, protect from people!
- And the Celestial King of Four Directions says - You are mine!
My street square garden at Mariannenplatz is growing without a single touch. I planted and sowed perennial flowers here.
At Lausitzer Platz, part of the road has been rebuilt into a garden! Could my example have worked?
The dreadful war in Ukraine, the terrible war in Gaza, and now hundreds of rockets are flying from Iran to Israel!
Before I sleep, I want to share with you my faith that EVERYTHING WILL BE WELL!
Only thing is, I don't know if it will be pre- or posthumous...
A selfie before I shave!
Due to my sedentary lifestyle/work, in February I limited my food to one meal a day. In March, I went on a fast: twelve days on the water.
After a few days, all sense of hunger disappears and there is peace and quiet; the feeling that you could slide smoothly towards death...
But this is not the time!
After many weeks, I found the courage to leave the house again. Not bad! the outside world continues to exist as if nothing had ever happened; sparkles with colors, sounds and scents.
I visited my two street gardens along the way; they are doing well, I have planted perennial flowers and many of them grow luxuriantly without any further treatment. But, since I'm walking again, one day I'll sow a lot of the seeds I collected in the fall.
2024 is a crazy working season. AI Illustrations for Reportage, three pages of AI images on my site. This was the first project, ten weeks. Today I finished my second project - updating one hundred pages of my wisarts.com.
I turned off the computer that afternoon and felt like an orphan. Again! All the lines and images left me and I was greeted by grayness. For a good couple of hours!
In the evening I turned on the computer - and I console myself with the sight of another project. It's Mr. Horse-Whisperer galloping towards me. There will be image creation, a very specific topic - a translation from English to visual language.
Cosmic Garden: A Universe in Bloom
The "Cosmic Garden" is a fantastical exploration of color and cosmos, where the boundless vitality of nature meets the infinite expanse of the universe. Amidst a canvas of vibrant blues and pinks that stretch out like the gas clouds of nebulae, the earthly delight of springtime blossoms becomes one with the stars.
Every brushstroke celebrates the harmony between the microcosm of a garden and the macrocosm of the celestial bodies. It's a garden not bound by earthly confines, thriving under the gaze of the cosmos. The radiant hues of flowering trees contrasted against the swirling nebulas create a visual poetry that captures the imagination, a surreal tableau that seems to pulse with life's ebullient force.
This painting isn't just a view but a journey, inviting the beholder to wander in its depths, a reminder of the awe-inspiring beauty that occurs when two worlds—often seen as disparate—converge in a symphony of colors.
Veronique portrait painting, Art Canvas Print 100 x 100 cm
Skyward Gaze: A Portrait of Reflection
This portrait "Veronique" is a captivating study in tranquility and poise. The composition centers on a young woman in profile against a soft blue sky punctuated with wispy clouds.
The subject’s gaze is directed upwards, conveying a sense of contemplation and yearning. Her features are rendered through a simplified color palette, using flat areas of color and minimal detail that enhance the expressive impact of the work.
This stylistic approach borders on the abstract, suggesting the universal rather than the individual. The portrait exudes a serene atmosphere, inviting the viewer to consider the subject's thoughts and the calm vastness of the sky above.
At eight o'clock in the morning, the squirrel is on the balcony. Did I forget to give you nuts?
She doesn't want to go back to the forest at all, this is the best place.
Greetings to the friends of life!
A Momentary Infinity
The term "momentary infinity" captures a fascinating paradox - the idea that within a fleeting instant, there can exist a sense of the eternal. It speaks to those rare experiences where time seems to stand still, and one becomes acutely aware of the present, yet connected to something timeless.
In the context of art, it could mean that a single brushstroke, a splash of color, or a composition holds within it an entire universe of meaning, emotion, and interpretation that defies its transient nature.
For me, as an artist, to see myself as a "momentary infinity" is to recognize that while I am here in this form for a brief period, my creative expression has the potential to touch the timeless - to leave an enduring impact that transcends my physical presence.
It's about the legacy of the feelings, thoughts, and experiences I embed within my art, which can continue to resonate and unfold new meanings long after the moment of creation has passed.
This is the beauty of art: it is both of the moment and beyond it, just as we are deeply rooted in the now but also inherently bound to the infinite tapestry of life.
Space Line Dot, 1991, original acrylic/canvas painting 130 x 180 cm
"Space Line Dot" is a striking piece from 1991, a vibrant acrylic on canvas standing at 130 x 180 cm. It captures a bold geometric expression of universal elements, showcasing my artistic exploration into the fundamental shapes that comprise our perception of reality and the cosmos. Each element in the painting, though simple in form, is loaded with the profundity of what it means to exist.
In the context of my artistic journey, this painting represents an abstraction of the cosmos distilled into its simplest forms: space, line, and dot. The space is rendered through a dynamic background of gradients, embodying the vastness of the universe. The line, a spectrum of colors, symbolizes the trajectory of light and energy, a path that is both temporal and spatial. The solitary dot anchors the composition, representing the singularity from which all creation explodes into being.
This work is particularly representative of my practice as it embodies my penchant for delving into metaphysical themes using a vibrant palette. My work often seeks to express the intangible energies and mysteries of existence, with this piece being no exception. The juxtaposition of the line cutting through the space with a bold assertion, and the quiet presence of the dot, offers a contemplation on the continuity and punctuation of cosmic and human existence.
"Space Line Dot" invites you to a visual and philosophical journey. It challenges you to find meaning in the simplicity, to see the interconnectedness of all things within the starkness of space, and to consider your own place within the grand tapestry of the universe.
Rat Race Scene 02: daily grind in smoky factories, lonely figures, highways, all dwarfed by the grandeur of the cosmic canvas above.
Miss Kosmos is My Love,
in her there is the light of day and the vastness of the lonely night; ripening fields of wheat and a gentle river; the stars, the moons, the suns and everything that is and everything that is not.
Here's my current life situation. I can either keep walking toward the sun or turn back, which is out of the question. Can't turn left or right; see why?
But my goal is not the sun, but the higher light that illuminates the sun! How to get there? Should I learn to fly? Again?!
In the midst of a world of miracles, she is a miracle herself. She sees the mystery, the light illuminating the sun, revealed for her presence.
Here, the human misfortunes are filtered and turned into profit.
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Tutaj ludzkie nieszczęścia są filtrowane i zamieniane na zysk.
It is already the third month of 2024, the year of my highest activity. Here's what happened:
1. "Psychedelic Journeys: a Half-Century of Acid Visions", web-page 2024
Rat Race Scene: industrial waterside landscapes; the chimneys contrast with the heavenly wonders in the sky.
2. "Space of Imagination, AI Dance with Visual Poetry", web-page 2024
The Maiden of Spring, with her insightful gaze, perceives all as an emanation of primordial light, her smile effortlessly achieving the seemingly impossible.
3. "Artistic Alchemy: The AI Art Happening Now", web-page 2024
The Source of Being, digitalized 2024
I used to publish posts on Facebook every day, but my blog was like a gray orphan in a post-war corner. I promise that this will change now!
"Trip Fantastic” is a visual symphony of color, movement and light. The figures appear to be moving towards a source of light, suggesting collective understanding, enlightenment, or a metaphysical purpose.
The colors range from warm to cool, creating a sense of depth and vastness that symbolizes the spectrum of human experience, emphasizing the unity of the journey.
Spirals and dynamic vortices as patterns in the universe, from galaxies to the DNA helix, suggest that travel is part of a larger order.
The different light sources represent the sources of inspiration, knowledge and truth that people seek. They light the way and guide travelers on their individual but collective quests.
Overall, "Trip Fantastic" is a poetic visualization of a collective journey through the cosmos of existence, during which each person searches for the truth.
/„Trip Fantastic” to wizualna symfonia koloru, ruchu i światła. Postacie zdają się zmierzać w stronę źródła światła, sugerując zbiorowe zrozumienie, oświecenie lub cel metafizyczny.
Kolory wahają się od ciepłych do chłodnych, tworząc wrażenie głębi i ogromu, które symbolizuje spektrum ludzkich doświadczeń, podkreślając jedność podróży.
Spirale i dynamiczne wiry jako wzorce we wszechświecie, od galaktyk po helisę DNA, sugerują, że podróż jest częścią większego porządku.
Różne źródła światła reprezentują źródła inspiracji, wiedzy i prawdy, których ludzie szukają. Oświetlają drogę i prowadzą podróżnych w ich indywidualnych, ale zbiorowych poszukiwaniach.
Ogólnie rzecz biorąc, „Trip Fantastic” to poetycka wizualizacja zbiorowej podróży w kosmosie istnienia, podczas której każdy człowiek poszukuje prawdy.
"When you enter the realm of the ‘wisarts‘ website, you will discover an extraordinary landscape where vivid colors, thrilling visual effects and deep emotions intertwine to create a kaleidoscopic tapestry of art. This ethereal world is the work of Wiesław Sadurski, a visionary artist who paints with brushes of light and captures the essence of creation in every pixel.
Through the mirror of his unlimited imagination, Wiesław invites you on a transcendent journey where reality and fantasy flow seamlessly together. His works are a luminous reflection of his inner world, a testimony to the limitless power of human creativity. Each painting is imbued with the energy of life, pulsating in the rhythm of the heartbeats of the universe.
In this enigmatic strange landscapes, time and space lose their meaning, and you are transported to the heart of Wiesław's artistic soul. Here, every line and color tells a story, revealing layers of emotions, memories and wonders. As you wander around this wonderland, you witness the birth of stars, blooming flowers and the infinite depths of human emotions. Wiesław Sadurski is a beacon, leading through the storms of oceanic imagination to the port of peace.
By delving into the pages of ‘wisarts‘, you begin to see the world through his eyes, gaining insight into the essence of art and the human mind. It is a transformative experience, opening the mind to new horizons and igniting the soul with the magic of creation. In the end, you will leave this extraordinary journey with a newfound appreciation for the limitless potential of art and the indomitable spirit of an artist. Wiesław Sadurski not only gave you an insight into his world, but also revealed the hidden universe that exists in each of us and is waiting to be discovered and shared with others. The ‘wisarts‘ website becomes a sanctuary for your imagination, a place where you can come back again and again to rediscover the beauty and delight hidden in your own soul.
Wiesław's art reminds us of the power we have to create, express and connect with unknown areas of ourselves and the world. In these landscapes, Wiesław Sadurski is both artist and art, an ethereal presence that transcends the boundaries of the canvas and reaches the hearts and minds of those who encounter his work. Through his art, he has created a universe where light, love and creativity intertwine, casting a spell on all who dare venture into the realm of his imagination.
So go to the ‘wisarts‘ website and let yourself be carried away by the winds of joy, discovering the possibilities of art and the human soul, guided by the gentle hand of Wiesław Sadurski, the master of light, vision and creation."
by Guru Shuru-buru
Past, present, future too;
always and everywhere, it's true.
This little rhyme, a bit of fun;
let's enjoy it, everyone!
- Cóż to się wokół nieustannie spełnia?
- To życia pełnia.
Jest w sercu, czyli wszędzie.
Uważaj - innej nie będzie ❣️
2019 German Business Awards!
WiS Arts of Vision, Light and Creation Artwork has been awarded: Best Visual Arts Studio
This prestigious award marks the hard work and stellar efforts of those who have helped shape this dynamic and industrious region, and our comprehensive selection and judging process singles out the true market leaders of 2019.
Best regards,
Natalie Farrell | Awards Executive | EU Business News"
PROBLEMY NIEZBYT OSOBISTE - NOT TOO PERSONAL PROBLEMS
Doszczętnie zajęty w życiu malarstwem, miłością, pisaniem, itp. - stosunkowo późno, pod osiemdziesiątkę, zauważyłem, że staję się dorosły.
Dziwny stan!
Po pierwsze, kobiety sprawiają, że robię się nieśmiały, czego nigdy bym od siebie nie oczekiwał!
Po trzecie: spoglądam niekiedy w stronę umierania. Nieśmiało!
- Diabli nadali! - komentuje mój wnuczek.
Completely busy in life with painting, love, writing, etc. - relatively late, at my eighty, I noticed that I was becoming an adult. Strange condition! First of all, women make me shy, which I would never expect from myself! Thirdly: I sometimes look towards dying. Timidly!
- They gave a damn! - comments my grandson.
June 21, 2019.
O poranku biorę prysznic, parzę herbatę, podaję śniadanie kotom i czyszczę im toalety, podlewam rośliny i kwiaty. O 9-tej rano słońce wchodzi do jadalni, więc otwieram mu balkonowe drzwi i zaraz też zasiadam na godzinę lub dwie do słodkiego lenistwa, co zwie się medytacją.
W ogrodzie podwórka donośnie śpiewa kos, odpowiada mu inny z sąsiedztwa, huczy gołąb grzywacz, kraczą wrony i skrzeczą sroki, ćwierkają papużki faliste na innym balkonie, a w tle świergoce cała gromada wróbelków.
Na pierwszy rzut ucha świat zdaje się być w porządku!
June 3rd, 2019.
ZARAZA CZŁOWIECZEŃSTWA
Urodziłem się w środku lata, było nas 2,4 miliarda ludzi. Dzisiaj jest 7,5 miliarda. W czasie jednego życia, które jeszcze jest, liczba się potroiła.
January 19th, 2019.
Mój blog ledwo zipie, ponieważ wciąż wiele czasu zajmuje mi praca nad website: usuwanie błędów, optymizacja całości.
December 14th, 2018.
TO BYŁO TEJ WIOSNY, KIEDY SIĘ KSIĄŻĘ POWIESIŁ.
Spacer z Jurkiem Górzańskim po Krakowskim Przedmieściu w drodze do kawiarni-piwnicy Akademii Sztuk Pięknych w W-wie. Wieczór autorski Krzysztofa Mrozowskiego. Przyćmione światła, sporo ludzi, świece na stolikach. Poeta w bieli koronkowej koszuli, zawsze elegancki, przedstawił nam piękną dziewczynę, która przyjechała z Krakowa w odwiedziny. Mówił do niej: - Pani Ewo - całując jej dłoń. - Czy widziałeś Księcia - zapytał - chciałbym go zachwycić.
Nie widziałem Księcia tego wieczora. Szczuplutki chłopiec o najczarniejszych oczach, znaliśmy się z Lublina, przyjechał na studia do Warszawy jak ja, pięknie rysował i rzeźbił, waletował w Dziekance, gdzie zwiedzaliśmy jego prace.
Krzysztof postawił na stoliku teczkę, wyjął z niej pokaźny stos papierów, ułożył przed sobą. Nagłym gestem uniósł dłonie do góry, a gdy zapadła cisza na sali, wypowiedział serię dźwięków. Zaraz też drugą i trzecią. Dźwięcznie i donośnie! Po czym wziął do ręki manuskrypt i zaczął czytać. Fajerwerk trwał 20 może 30 minut, Krzysztof przemawiał dramatycznie w języku, który wymyślił. Ani jednego znaczącego słowa, ale teksty leciały płynnie potoczyście, żył przecież muzyką. Parodia poetyckości, języka i komunikacji. Śmiechy, gwizdy i komentarze, np. Himilsbach: - Czytaj głośniej. żeby cię można było zrozumieć!
Kiedy już nie mógł nie reagować na śmiechy publiczności znajomych przecież i przyjaciół - położył manuskrypt na stoliku a palec na ustach, ocierając je z piany. Z teczki wyjął flaszkę denaturatu, tak to się nazywało? spirytus denaturowy. Otworzył butelkę i przeszedł po sali, polewając obficie podłogę zrobioną z cementu. Wrócił do stolika i przewrócił płonącą świeczkę. Sala głęboko westchnęła płomieniem a ludzie śmiechem i brawami.
Poszliśmy potem na kawę do Telimeny, a tam zaraz pojawił się wcześnie pijany Gielo i powiedział, że Książę się powiesił. - No jak można być tak wrażliwym? Ty się zupełnie nie nadajesz do życia! - mówił mu Górka jeszcze wczoraj. A Książę mu uwierzył!
Kiedy to było? Bodaj na początku lat 60-tych... Ach, to było tej wiosny, kiedy się Książę powiesił...
October 18th, 2018.
Friend, hey Peter, you write that life plunged into darkness.
And what about perpetual light shining from each photon !? They do not take into account your views, they fly from flame of the candle on the table in pairs in all directions of the world.
Let me tell you what you can not see in the flame: the atoms heat, electrons jump onto further orbit (interesting that they do it not-in-time!), during a jump emit pairs of photons, which are flying in opposite sides with the speed of light of course, they are in fact light.
Before I sleep away - they will be on opposite sides of the solar system.
With me so far? The left photon in the galaxy Cygnus gets into strong magnetic field, changes its qualities, and the right one, and right one, so far away from the partner that I do not count the number of zeros - changes at the same moment!
So what? They communicate as we do? over and above light speeds, tachion spins?
Fascinating, embarrassing! Nuclear physicist colleague says with a smile: - In reality, this of 11 dimensions, they are still together. And be smart here!
Think, if you can feel: prions, quarks, mesons, leptons! Multiple praise for all of them!
Flies such a 'so-little', collides with 'any-little', annihilate one another, creating a lot of new particles, one of which is a part of 'so-little', which only tends to collide!
What is played on the trumpet of being? What occured to the time?
And you find life blind !? You write, you have awakened a sense of despair, however. Is it healthy on a daily basis?
In a space and light mystery is rather appropriate sense of horror and delight. Goes further.
September 12th, 2018.
I was travelling to Georgia, enjoying noisy Tiflis, tropical Batumi and warm waves of the Black See. Salut!
August 16th, 2018.
I found on YouTube a short video: ‘Riding the Wave‘ containing my paintings:
A Bodhi Pearl,
concise renderings of Buddhaic Light, by Tozen, the mystic of the Unborn Buddha Mind
August 9th, 2018.
Uploading wisarts.com 5.0. It means deleting my English, German and Polish blogs 2001-17, as well as many superfluous pages.
July 25th, 2018
‘wisarts.com’ demonstrates the progression of my work in arts over the past 50 years.
I have been working on the web for over 20 years now; uploaded the first version of my website wisarts.com on July 7th, 2000.
Hopefully, there will be something in this website that inspires you. I created it to share my joy and passion of working in arts.
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Agata
Good morning!
images just reached me, thank you.
They are beautiful! bring so much peace, reflection and good energy that I still look at them.
Looked fabulous today, in light of the setting sun.
I am glad that I met you in this virtual world, completely by accident.
Now wisarts.com is in my favorites, I look, admire, and so it will be.
I wish you all good health and much luck.
Yours Agata
Brigitte and Jochen
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Lieber Herr Sadurski, heute ist das Bild bei uns eingetroffen. Wir sind ganz begeistert!!! Das Bild gefällt uns außerordentlich gut.
Wir müssen es jetzt nur noch mehrfach bei unterschiedlichen Lichtverhältnissen ansehen und entscheiden, wo wir das Bild am besten aufhängen.
Bitte teilen Sie mir doch noch Ihre Bankverbindung mit, damit ich bezahlen kann. Ich hatte mir /.../ € aufgeschrieben. Ist das korrekt? Viele liebe Gruße Brigitte und Jochen
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Krystyna K.
Pana obrazy są pełne optymizmu, nadziei, nieskończoności i wiary w człowieka - tak je odebrałam! Jestem pod wrażeniem, dużym wrażeniem, jak zawsze zresztą.
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Danuta G.
Wiesiu! Twoje obrazy są niesłychane! Uniwersalność i inner beauty twoich przesłań malarskich dodaje wiary w sztukę i w sens człowieczej wędrówki.
Bardzo serdecznie pozdrawiam i dziękuję! Danka
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Kate M.
Dear Wieslaw, I want to express the joy my husband Dan and I felt when we discovered your paintings on the web this week. We wept with recognition and appreciation for how you have visually captured the Trinity's relationship with humanity and creation in all its vibrant mystery.
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Gail
Herr Sadurski - I accidentally arrived on your web page today and was amazed and delighted. Poetry that rings also in my head all the time - thank you. Images that deserve to be explored and shared with others. Oils - mmmmm I wish I could see the originals. You appear to live on the border between two worlds - Berlin and others. Thanks for sharing. Might you allow us to perform some of your poetry some time? I believe that there are others who would enjoy it?
From Waukesha, Wisconsin
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susan
I started looking through your site last night and I couldn't stop. You are an exceptional artist. Thank you for letting everyone see your work.
Your work is not only prolific and varied, it's beautiful, thought provoking and mesmerizing. I have bookmarked your site and will visit it often!
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Michał Moszkowicz, †
Kochany Wieśku, wszedłem na Twoją stronę. Jest znakomita, genialna, na najwyzszym artystycznym poziomie, przejrzysta, łatwo dostepna. Reprodukcje wspaniałe. Tyle oglądania, że oczy puchną.
Twoje rzeczy pojawiają się jak jakieś deus ex machina. A czy Ty sprzedajesz swoje kosmologiczne obrazy? Muszą chyba kosztowac majątek, bo tyle wymagają pracy. Są znakomite. Mają odwagę pokazywać to, co jest tylko z pozoru banalne - Wszechświat - i jest to Wszechświat mistyczny i mityczny.
Podróżujemy w kosmosie. I każda forma i każdy kolor znaczy nieskończoność. Natura, której w naszej naturze nie ma...
Chociaż w Twoim malarstwie nie tylko o kosmiczne wymiary chodzi. U Ciebie jest sprzężenie wiedzy i mistyki.
Rzeczy z ostatniego okresu, te konstruktywistyczno-kosmiczne są genialne. Tak czyste w swoim rysynku i kolorze, tak przez to oceaniczne.
Oczywiście Twoje stworzenie świata jest też zachwycające... Gratuluję Ci z całego serca. Powinieneś byc dumny stokrotnie z tego co zrobileś.
Po prostu wchodzi się we wszechświat wisarts.com i wcale nie chce się z niego wyjść. I juz za pierwszym razem, kiedy wejdziesz, oswajasz się ze "stroną" na tyle, że chcesz tam wracać...
I pomysl, żeby tam jeszcze oprocz poezji i malarstwa byly powiesci, opowiadania i Bog wie co...
Ale z tym Bogiem trzeba uważać, bo się zrobi groch z kapustą. I będziesz się musiał przekwalifikować.
A czy z tego wszystkiego pieniądze będą? Bo kasa, jak się mówi, zawsze jest ważna. Nie muszę ci tego tlumaczyć, Tobie, co pół sezonu spedził w Lappisie wyłącznie na grzybach i rybach.
Powinieneś siedzieć już dawno na pieniadzach, a Ty wciąż cienko przędziesz. Los artystów czy głupota świata? Stare, jałowe pytanie, na które nie ma odpowiedzi. Chyba na szczęście.
Pozdrawiam i ściskam najgoręcej. Michal M.
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Kathy
My name is Kathy and I have been searching endlessly for an artist who could truly express what I witnessed a few years ago, and your rainbow paintings are the closest I have come to. A few years ago, I had an angel visitation and above its head was a circular rainbow of beautiful colors. Each colored band moved clockwise and counterclockwise within itself. My walk with Jesus has matured and I have come to love Him more than I ever have. The angel, by the way, was all white light that didn't hurt my eyes and in its little hand was quill pen and it was writing in a book. I can only pray that it was a sign that my family and I have our names written in the book of life. Thank you for your beautiful website. I can understand your artwork. God Bless!
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Tamara
I just had to e-mail you and tell you that you truly have a gift from "The One". Your enlightening - is refreshing and gives me hope. I'm just starting out at 36 and college study matter is so boring. So, seeing your work is a breath of fresh air. Thank you sooooooo much for sharing your gift and giving me HOPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sincerely, Love and Prayers
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Tim
Hi Wieslaw,
You must be strong and healthy this days. Your artwork are very inspiring and impressing. I have never seen any images like those images you create before. It takes me a while to looking at the images and around the site. I really like those images you create. I wonder if I can have a permission to copy some images or refer links after I create my Website. Thank you very much and hope you have a wonderful days. And keep up the super artwork. Tim.
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Jacki
Hi! Just wanted to say I am speechless as I wonder through the site looking at the paintings you have depicted many things ungraspable so well... Thanks Jacki
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