I have loved painting ever since I can remember. Even as a child, I loved the moment of creating something completely new, on a white, clean sheet of paper. I knew that I could create anything on it and nothing would limit me. I also had a natural need to create and create space around me. I often changed the colors of objects and walls. I loved the moment of transformation, when I repainted an object in a different color, or decorated it. I felt then that I was giving things new life. When I painted, time did not exist, there was only the process of creation and Me – completely immersed in it. I remember it very well, because for me these were moments of happiness.
However, later I took up “adult life”: studies, work… there was less and less time for painting, until the process of creation stopped completely. I went through life gaining more and more educational and professional successes, but despite more and more achievements, something was still missing… satisfaction and truth were missing. I was climbing the ladder of a professional career in a large financial corporation, but one day I asked myself whether this ladder to success was set in the right place chosen by me and whether it was mine at all?
The process of change was initiated by the appearance of Children in my life. I spent my pregnancy immersed in this beautiful process of creating a new Life in me, then I heard silence and immersed myself in its depths. Children gave me a completely new perspective on life, on values, on what is really important and what is not. I wanted to live in harmony with myself, in my truth and authenticity. I began to look more and more into my interior, get to know myself and finally allow myself to feel more than to understand, to listen more to the quiet voice of intuition than to the loud, often chaotic voice of the mind. Intuition and heart have always led me to one place – to the world of art, creativity, imagination.
When after many years I reached for professional tools: brushes, paints, canvases, easel and painted my first painting on canvas, I felt that I had fallen in love. For the next few days I only thought about painting and I really felt like a person in love who couldn’t wait to meet his “love”. This is how, step by step, my transformation through art began. At first, I started painting only for myself, then for my loved ones, but I fell in love with painting so much that I wanted not only for my passion to become my work, but I wanted it to become my life, my mission and destiny. With each subsequent painting, I became more and more myself. I felt how the process of creation healed me, how subsequent beliefs and limitations of the mind disappeared one by one, and I reached the exceptional depth and power that I have within me. I trusted the process of transformation. Today, painting is an inseparable part of me, I need it literally like oxygen. I love the energy of creation and I want to share it with the rest of the world. Regardless of the emotion with which I enter the state of painting, the process always leads me to the same place, without exception. A place of inner peace, where everything is fine, where I am completely in the “here and now”. Then time simply does not exist. It is from this peace that the most beautiful creative energy arises. I love art, because its creation, as well as simply contact with it, elevates us to a higher level of consciousness. I believe that all forms of positive art such as painting, sculpture, music, books or films take us away from everyday life and transport us for a moment to another dimension. As Picasso used to say, “Art cleans the soul of the everyday layer of dust”.
I would like people not to think about how they understand my work, but about what they FEEL when they look at it. Is it perhaps some kind of energy, or maybe vibration? Do they notice their momentary stop in this rushing world? I would like my paintings to provide such mindfulness, the combinations of colors and textures to please the eye, and the energy of truth and pure, free passion contained in them to be felt by everyone who looks at them. 🩶
Magda