Morning Prayer

Not Today.

Connection

Coal Tit, linocut, III 2026

Perfection?

Perfection.

Wild Perfection

As I think of him, the essence of this discovery becomes clear.

Bone white

Bone white. Day 253 of Current Days: The process. I like bleach. It never asks me anything: Why? What for? I pour it, and it does its job.

An intriguing case of human residue: Ficus

An intriguing case of human residue: Ficus. Day 252 of Current Days: The things that remain. One must be a ‘human’ to leave something behind.

Feathers and wire

Nature-made jewelry. Day 251 of Current Days: Pigeon Residue, Part II. The whole thing creates a rather original earring.

The squeal of delight

The squeal of delight. Day 248 of Current Days: Residual Pigeon. The dogs dance. ‘Mother! Look what we have found’. Can we eat this?

Porcelain thoughts

Day 248 of Current Days: How is it going? They say: ‘Be yourself’, ‘Reveal what you are’. Now, I am buried under questions: ‘Is everything OK?’, ‘Are you…

Who killed the dog?

Day 247 of Current Days: A severe case of a dog Who killed the Dog? Taxes. At Park Lane. Case study of a dog based on Monopoly game…

News from the Basement

It’s been a good few weeks since Mr. Gloom miraculously saved me from a drunkard wandering in the basement. Initially, I feared his noble deed might have very…

Ode to a Cold Marlena

Day 245 of Current Days: Reheating My dear, let’s reheat this. It’s quite a good cutlet. Marleno, Marleno,posuń się, kochana,jak za dawnych, ciepłych nocypoleżmy znów do rana. Pod…

Bad Good Days

There are days when everything seems perfect. Good days lull your vigilance. They undermine such a meticulously woven sense of reality.

Bad Attitude: Residual

A skull viewed from the side always has the look of someone in a fine mood. A grin full of teeth.

Smoky eyes

We are at a club. Me, the rest of the class, and some other people I don’t know. Apparently, they know Staniec, because they are here today, and…

Glory of the Existence Construction

My senses register objects faster than my brain. Today, it’s the scent of decay. A nature’s brutal art in the safe hands of professionals.

Farewell to Snow

Farewell to Snow: Day 238 of Current Days. A reflection on parting with the creaking contrast, blinding cold, and the vivid shadows of winter. And light.