The Bond

Maybe some of you already know my very first self-portrait (the second photo here) with Agresja called "Dance of the Wildness" (2018). To create this one particular photo I was waiting over a year. Some of my photos jump out very spontaneously, without any plan. But there are images which I want to be perfect. Perfect place, timing, light, setting, aura. You know, let's call it kind of masterpiece. My imagination painted in my mind two silhouettes - feminine and horse - directed towards each other in graceful, wild dance filled with natural dignity. The frame covered with mist thick like a milk. In the place where I lived at that time, it wasn't easy to meet such, because it was mainly land of wandering mists.

So I've been waiting and when such dreamed weather appeared... Agresja was in bad mood. As every living and free being, she's fully allowed to have bad day and don't want to cooperate and I don't like forcing anyone to my artistic ideas. So... I've been waiting longer till the dreamy morning came.

As a third photo you can see quick sketch painted (2017) in few free minutes with ink, just to keep the imagination alive. And as a third, last one - yesterday's acrylic on canvas (50x70cm). You may ask why I didn't paint this way it in the beginning, long time ago. The answer is extremely simple. Money and experience. Almost every money I've earned at that time I spent on furry family and renovating old wooden cottage. Paints, canvas, brushes - these things were like pleasures for me, I could have lived without them. Many life experiences redirected me to deal with emotions, thoughts, feelings other way than in the past. Hence the paintings.

A small anecdote.
At the age of 15 I was hospitalized for a month because of my curvature of the spine. At one point, the doctor threatened me with an operation - "the cut is made on the back above the spinous processes of the spine. In this method, titanium instruments (screws) are used, connected with rods on which the curvature is corrected". When I heard that, I couldn't sleep at night. I was planning the escape. Not from the hospital. Not only... Escape from everyone who might force me to the operation table, which was a verdict on my life for me. So I counted in my head the most important things to take and would they fit in my school backpack. Train ride? By bus? Hitchhiking? No. A journey with Agresja at my side,  one-year-old foal that I felt was the only one I could trust then. The place of destination? None. Just to not get caught and be taken back. Well. It might have been a long walk...

After few years I escaped from those who tried to enslave me. And after another few years I did it again...