exquisite gens heureux


♫ THE STORY BEHIND A SONG ♫ Here is my contribution for the Exquisite Collectif! The Exquisite Collectif is an international collaborative project based on the surrealist game ‘exquisite corpse’. Basically, each participant is given an image to start working from. The two illustrations should be related either by colors, technique, composition… The editing criteria is personal. The theme of their new open call is ♫ THE STORY BEHIND A SONG ♫ I chose “La ballade des gens heureux” by Gérard Lenorman. Born in Poland,…

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Scribble Matchmaker


Last week I joined in a really cool project, The Scribble Matchmaker, launched by Lisa Currie, creator of The Scribble Project. Its aim is to find your scribble match and make you collaborate on a drawing with someone you don’t know. Pretty exciting idea! My scribble half is the Spanish illustrator Marina Ferrando and here is our drawing: Check other yin-yangs on The Scribble Project!

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zbieglo z furkotem


Piosenkę dedykuję wsztystkim tym z którymi dzieliłem dębliński okres eksploracji Nieba i Ziemi, z krórymi się łączę w niepamięci upływającego czasu, którzy  –  jak co roku  –  zwykli świętować swoje kolejne czterdzieste urodziny. Andrzej Wiejak [jwplayer player=”1″ playlistid=”866″]   To all those who are turning 40 this month: this song is for you! IT RAN WITH THE FLUTTERING… Stanisław Grochowiak It ran with the fluttering away. It stood – and is standing These forty years as spectral forest. You don’t have, Childhood, already my youth, a…

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april illustration


Although april is now gone, here is a beautiful song about this very month. The poem is by Stanisław Grochowiak, the melody by my father. Here is an excerpt from the poem: APRIL Stanisław Grochowiak How blue eye you’ve got nearby woolly catkins Vicar crossed himself, the priest felt offended After all to Blessed Virgin was to be a prayer And here the bishop’s arriving ladybug… [jwplayer player=”1″ playlistid=”826″]   You can also view this video on my facebook page.

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TAIGA (fragment of poetry) Taiga, puffy, wet moss and bushes having knelt in the swamp.I don’t know for what sin’s penalty is that God ordered them here to grow. Don’t know what kind of burden guilt make these people crumpled full grays with over streak of newly built rails they don’t raise their earthy face. This poem was written by Beata Obertynska. The melody was composed by my father. Beata Obertynska was a Polish writer and poet. In 1940 she was arrested by the NKVD…

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A song from my childhood. This Friday is musical and somewhat nostalgic. My father composed this melody in 1974 but recorded it quite recently. The song is a poetic thought about the beauty of the night bathed in moonlight in the Tatras Mountains. The author wishes the moon to stay a little longer because he’s afraid (unnecessarily) that the coming dusk would reveal a less beautiful world.

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