Sunday, September 21, 2014

reality



  I've been preoccupied with the notion of "real life" as of lately. The recent worrisome happenings in Ukraine and other parts of the world made me think about which situation is best described as "real".

In my passively contemplative research I came to a conclusion that everything is real, even your wildest dreams. But at the same time everything is changing and re-shaping. By change and comparison we break the habit of our reality and become more open-minded and able to accept the realities of others. Something we think is unreal was or will be real at some point in history.

 It all started because I've been hearing advice on that we should live the "real life". It always sounded a bit arrogant to me, as if the person suggesting it fought in one of the World wars, went to space and generally had experience spanning hundreds of years. However, the advice is most often heard from those dissatisfied with their lives.

There are so many people for whom having no running water for days or not being paid on time is out of the ordinary, while for others it is common, something they actually learn to expect. I personally, like some Jane Austen character, spent half my school days writing (homework) by candlelight, because the government was saving on electricity. And my childhood was spent in the 90s, not in the 19th century.

Others don't have electricity at all. or home. or food. I often think about it. Some people have difficulty deciding which car to drive to a fancy party.

 But it's the material side to the real life. I guess other sides are even more complicated. Which mentality and way of thinking is more real? Is Maths more real than Literature, because usually you have only one exact answer to the problem, while in books you can have as many opinions as you like.
I really want to see this "reality" checklist, when you've experienced everything to be qualified for a real person who is living a real life.

Do wars feel more real than peace?  Probably in life without problems one gets used to the goodness of it and having a sudden obstacle feels like taking a cold shower. then people say they were brought back to reality. To be honest I don't understand why we associate reality with a negative change. Reality is different for everyone, right?

   On this optimistic note, I'll put an end to the tiresome ramblings and share this video with you that I made for the wonderful Moth Rah
x
Daria



Sunday, April 20, 2014

the walls of my city



There's been much talk about Ukraine lately for known reasons. But I have a feeling that not many people imagine what Ukraine is like. I live in Ukraine, but even I don't know much about it as whole. I believe some stereotypes are correct, some are completely misleading. Still, I know my city pretty well. And I do have a very personal attitude and perception of it. I decided to make some posts devoted to my city, so anyone who reads my blog can get a glimpse of what I think my city represents. Being an admirer of ruins and having a very sharp eye for the "sad" houses, I decided to make a post about 'the walls of Chernivtsi." I know in some of you these images will evoke sadness, but it's a nice kind of sadness I hope. And anyway a little sadness never hurt anyone, right? There's this infinite melancholy to our city, which for an ever-seeking mind is quite useful. Most walls on here look old and neglected and in need of a loving master to help them acquire past glory, but still this shabbiness has a charm of its own. The palette can be quite beautiful too, don't you think?



































Thursday, April 10, 2014

the magic of travelling

                                                                                 
I feel like I've been neglecting my blog a lot lately what with the current unsettling situation in my country and with the similar situation in my head, so I decided I need to add blog writing to my unhealthy state of constant drawing.
 Recently I returned from a short visit to the UK. With England being so different from my country, I found it almost like a trip to another planet. Perhaps I'm just too observant especially on my travels. ..because I hear people say I exaggerate. Some places do seem very much like another planet to me, especially Oxford. I know that locals often underrate places they live in and it's hard to get the proper feeling of a town when you are a visitor, but I do believe there is a kind of a language that places speak to people. and when you understand this language spoken to you in a different corner of the world, it's quite a feeling!

In any case, I was happy to see some great friends of mine and dear people and practise my awkwardness on them and to actually think in a different way and see things with different eyes. I mean it. Have you ever heard of geographical psychology? I don't fully understand the subject, as I only read some things about it, but it's definitely something to do with psychology... and geography haha! There's just more than a physical border between countries. I guess. Whenever you cross the customs control there's another border, a wall of mentality, thoughts and experiences that differ completely from the ones you're used to in your town, city or country. People often cross one border failing to cross another. I want to think I can cross the psychological border of other countries as well, but who knows, maybe it's just my imagination. Still I can feel myself  a little changed in different places.
 When I am going somewhere I can clearly imagine myself as a little dot on the map of the world moving east/south/west or north. I am very aware of the route and destination and my place on the planet. Probably that's because I've been always fascinated with travels. as a child my room had a big map and several globes. I've always been fascinated by travelling documentaries, never missed an episode of Cousteau.. There is even a polar explorer connection in the family.
 It's so calming watching the town and its residents as you walk down the streets and if you are alone on a journey, you notice you become completely invisible, safe for the moments when you are trying to run across the road and the car suddenly stops and signals loudly.
I usually take pictures compulsively, just to share them with others at home. In general I find the process quite annoying. Photos from travels minimize everything to a rather poor visual representation, minus the excitement of the moment, the sounds, the smells, the wind, the true light and other things that me and my camera aren't very good at capturing. I find that if you look long enough, without documenting it, you'll remember the moment. Like, for example, a beautiful magpie sitting on a gilded table in the garden and picking the crumbs left by a party with the sun setting slowly in the background. I think I've reached the point of being at my most sentimental. Time to change the train.

Ok, here's Oxford. It's the place which has the most things I like per sq.m. (and I mean the dinosaur's tail as well!)
I take Oxford in with certain types of music only: Radiohead, music of the middle ages, or even opera are all perfect, in my eyes this music makes the city's features more well-defined. By now you've probably understood I'm a travelling freak. What can I say to defend myself? I just find travelling to be a magical ritual, a special treat, a perfect enjoyment and always a curious experience of perception and always a test.











Sunday, March 23, 2014

i found a star

To take my mind off things I decided I need to do exactly that and fresh air is by far the best medicine. Today i took a walk with my friend which resulted in the following:
I've been heavily on Smashing Pumpkins this week again, and I've been looking at some of their imagery from Mellon Collie era (just to put me in the mood), besides i bought a book on Alchemy and Mysticism at Blackwell which is abundant in inspirational symbols.. stars, moons and suns. So when I found this star in the backyard of the old house today i sensed some magic underway. Photos by my friend Natasha


In the morning I used some old paper to create this travelling moon. 
you can follow its itinerary: 



This is an extremely mysterious taking-off-the-mask ritual: 





a beautiful Sunday to everyone
x
Daria




Thursday, November 14, 2013

Music post or Help! I can't stop drawing.



  Well, my recent diet has been mainly made of music and sketches. They seem naive but they help me build up a perfect world of my own in my head (which probably is not very normal) OK, am I rambling yet? I'd better turn off the music. I find writing while listening to some post-punk bands makes me indulge into self-pitying bullsh*t.
  So in this music-less room I'm going to share with you some things that have happened to me lately. Consider everything written above void, as I was listening and singing along to Joy Division, who are very influential!
 
 Last week I came back from London, which is a totally different reality, time and space from the place I live in (Chernivtsi) and going there is pretty much like getting punched in the face... in a good way??? haha.
   So, besides my usual business which is WorldTravelMarket, I also met some of my friends and new acquaintances, enjoyed the beautiful lighting in "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time" and learned about prime numbers, bought some more books, because I have "so much" space at home, watched people from the doubledecker buses, missed nother Nick Cave gig (for the 20th time!), felt miserable and got cheered up by strangers, spent nearly all my money at Cass Art and generally strolled and strolled around the city ...
  Now I'm back to my well-learnt routine from 7am to 1am which is work, work, lunch, draw, draw, draw.
 The result of my work can be summed up in the following phrase: AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
The result of my drawing routine for some past months you can see here:
The cover art I did for Lyla Foy 's beautiful and haunting song Easy

                                               

This is for the upcoming album by the lovely Alanna Eileen

and a portrait I did of the talented Roger Harvey

Here's Morrissey, who didn't ask me to draw him haha
And Lou Reed. 
Lou Reed's music has been with me since my first days at the university. Then I went to the USA to study and spent my December and half of January in NYC (an almost permanent holiday, by courtesy of my favourite provost Tom and understanding professors) and musically NYC was for me then and remains to this day the embodiment of Lou Reed's songs... and vice versa. Hanging around Union square and listening to 'Sunday morning' was very much like travelling back to the time I never knew. 
So. 
This is to be continued. 
Await more drawings 
Daria