It was the 23rd of June, 2021. I did not know what I wanted to write. It was the time when I reminded myself that I’m only human.
It was not the first time when I did not know what I wanted to write. This time I believe that the leading cause was hot summer days in Warsaw. Indeed, when it’s tropical weather in the capital of Poland, I am functioning on a reduced level of practically everything. Even thinking seems to be tiring. That’s why I did not know what I wanted to write. I was too lazy to even check previously registered „inspirations.” The truth is that I’m only human, with all disadvantages we all have.
On the www.adammazek.com website, I often write that I want to be the most prolific photographer and writer who ever stomped on this planet. That’s true. Nothing changed in this case. Still, I see that it is impossible to create something new, some work of art, every day. I wonder if such marvelous artists like Pablo Picasso or Salvador Dali could create new artworks daily.
As far as I remember, Zdzislaw Beksinski, a famous Polish painter, was, indeed, working almost every day. Still, sometimes he was working on one painting a dozen days.
Undoubtedly, all masters mentioned above could not work every single day on their works. I can imagine that they devoted 90% of their time to create new works of art, but they were also humans. When I write and think about all these things, I must admit that sometimes I need a pause regarding creating, like with all other things. Hot summer days are, undoubtedly, times when it is good to stop, take a rest, and chill without any intellectual or physical effort. Perhaps I sometimes see myself as a Demigod. Still, the truth is that I’m only human.
