Art tells about reality because it springs out of this reality from which it develops.
I often write that reality is stranger than fiction. The older I get, the more I see and feel it. I believe that most works of art emerged thanks to reality. I know many people love fantasy or science-fiction literature or paintings. I am not an exception. Still, I think in most cases, the roots from which works sprang are placed mainly in reality. Often, many fictional scenarios are inspired by actual events. That’s why I write straight out of my mind (I believe my mind is something that exists, not a simulation about which I wrote in my previous post about “Metal/Trash” music).
Also, mundane reality inspired me to do street photography.
The more I walk on Warsaw’s streets, the more frequently I see odd and peculiar things to photograph. The more I do, the more I desire to do it. Indeed, it’s a moment when I can honestly say that it is the usual reality that provides me the stimulus to create pictures. In my case, art, undoubtedly, springs out of the reality, literally. I know there were and there will be many artists who do drugs. I am not one of them. The truth is I do not need external sources to feel inspiration flow.
My deep sources of inspiration are, in reality, that I really love. I do not want to live somewhere else at different times. I am happy I was born in 1985 in Poland and was able in these particular times, not others. Of course, my love for actuality does not mean I do not like to travel in time and space to imagine living in different times and places. Still, I am grateful for who I am and what I have here and now. That’s why I will finish this writing by stating I will hug my beloved Kamilka.
