Life inspires me in a lot of forms; the clouds, the birds, the ladybugs, the butterflies, the moon - all that is naked and raw, fueled by the energy and power of this earth.
I was born in Poland in a town filled with wild mushrooms and morning fog that touched my soul deeply.
As a 6 years old, I decided to leave my home and found myself deep in the forest covered by ants; it felt so natural to me as though we were part of each other’s homes.
I felt spirits all around me and I was not afraid.
The world is not ours. We are part of it!
I do not claim to be somebody.
Perhaps I see you and me in everything.
Next Generation—-
I don’t have shrunk jackets
in my closet
I have flowers that grow
for calibers to fly
seeds of carrots in pots
calling the leftover winter sun
to burrow in their little ground—
snowmen that deliver spring
by playing the violin.
In the shadow of candle light
that clear internal sense of me.
I have two naked feet on earth
that I step in on gently-
the entire universe hears me
and the clouds have my history
I don’t have age
— JFV
When sunlight strikes the ocean, some of it reflects off the surface back into the atmosphere.
You and I- we -met at JFK,
the third zone neither privet nor exactly public
the place, in which we were completely
ourselves—nomads souls.
We stepped in to each other’s dreams and fell in love
when our eyes finally met for the first time in this lifetime.
You are a mountain to my feet
I am an ocean to your tear
You dance so I sing
I dream so that you write
together, we make up the complete fabric of one tree.
JFV&J. Cem
‘‘As a delicate, dry leaf, I drift in the breeze. I shad the layers of my own shadow. The vision becomes a hug that opens gates to the infinite potential of a Goddess that beats in each and every single one of our hearts.’’
— JfV
When the mind is not involved, I can begin the process of creation that comes from infinity of emptiness. Here are just some of the illustrations that I have had the pleasure of working on for Richard Kroyer’s incredible novel that will soon be in print…
I dissolve like a sand
Birthing light and shade to come inside
An unborn child in aura
Of past blooms and mornings alike
Of lives falling off a willow
Only when mix in
Will there be a poet.
Sunflower child
Swimming in the ocean of life
catching waves
Like real champions
falling to stand again
Ocean
Creator
Lullaby - what’s already gone
Sun is watching
On the surface shades
For infinite grow always shines.
The eye can not see itself
When we fall in love with our deeper self
Then ‘’ I ’’ that have a need to be seen by others disappear.
So then where does art stand in relation to the need to be seen?
Where does the eye of photographer stand?
As the photographer, I try to look at infinity in order to see the self in others, not the ‘’I’’ that feeds on some sense of glory in the way it wants to present itself but rather, the heart of the other, that enables the object to see themselves more directly, without or at least in less transference from the filter of their I.
That way there is no expectation to the object nor there is a expectation
to the photographer, mirror as a portal , both the photographer and the object making Art out of the Art already present in each other.
So the art itself ,photograph in this case becomes sort of a mineral crust out of different factors being involved in the process of making it.
Tomorrow the mineral on the photograph will remain on the film- image of the past.
The object on photograph is ever evolving change. So would be the eye of photographer.
So art to me is not the definition between good or bad; those are the I’s incessant preferences.
Rather it is more the fact of what factors would be presented in the day of making that image and I am responsible to pull the rug under the object’s feet, so to speak, to shake its own self-perception, and hopefully achieve something truly vulnerable and authentic, a mirror acting as a portal for the ever-changing ‘’I’’.
Photographs of dancer - Anjoli
“BODY AND MIND WILL OF THEMSELVES DROP AWAY, AND YOUR ORIGINAL FACE WILL BE MANIFEST.”
— EIHEI DOGEN
