About

~ j.f.

…i like to put on some jacket in the morning, play my walkmen or radio… hail a cab (’cause i’m a cutie), and hit an arcade and set it on fire… i like doves, roses and arctic monkeys… i also like mice; they’re modest and wolves that can walk a parade… i like men whose names start with a “j”, like joseph, john or jeff… i get a kick out of it when they’re french! i like some good wine, jam or to add some spice with chili peppers… and, before i’m caught by the international police, i’ll run through bridges and powerlines and seek refuge in myslowice… then i’ll think that one can not live without one’s elbow, and that i really think you too are very cool…

done by a cousin I always knew I had,
but never met.

it is
what
it is…

…art, sketching something here and there, looking at buildings, gothic architecture and chicago school, impressionist paintings and van gogh, polish poster art, polish films from the 70s, brick roads, dirt roads, trains and bridges, mountains and rivers, grassy beach at night, fields of barley, birches and heather, pine forests, history, reading about alternative interpretations of historical events, what-if?s, lem and dostoyevsky, southern spain, krakow and new york, minimalism, dark beer and vodka, solitude, companionship, inner discipline, humility but strength and self-reliance, family and roots, love/hate politics, geometry, “artistic mess”… music-music, hey-ho!

“Happiness is not achieved by the conscious pursuit of happiness; it is generally the by-product of other activities.” ~Aldous Huxley, Vedanta for the Western World, 1945