Janusz Wrobel
In an act of seeing
Seeing is an evolution, like Life itself.
A refinement of insights, a contemplation of the unknown.
Or shadows of fleeting thoughts, bypassing realities of being.
Truth might be everywhere, but only the heart can see it.
A wide space of meanings, interpretations, and relationships to unravel.
Or, a chance to see what was in old wisdoms, like "Water is Life".
What’s on a surface, and below? What’s seen and hidden forever?
On the wings of abstractions, we construct, as we imagine, our world.
Living it defines reality and our interpretation of it.
Spring at Ontario wetlands.
Spring scene at overflowing Nottawasaga River.
Spring at Minesing Wetland, Ontario.
Spring at Ontario wetlands.
With each spring, I await Life unfolding, with my greedy senses to get it all in.
To feel it inside. The torrents of molecules, the DNA and other invisible instructions of Life’s cycle.
Answering the call of the Sun in long-established patterns.
Although I am bonded, there is a caveat in all of it.
Chaos is a natural state of matter in the universe. Life, the notable exception,
survives by carving out an orderly space of living conditions in the physical world.
To survive, Life can’t afford to ignore the laws of physical world.
The physical world is oblivious to Life’s realities.
Fox Chanel on the French River, Ontario.
Fox Chanel on the French River, Ontario.
I lived in a world of hopes and promises but burdened with systemic problems.
I followed it in blindfolded fate. Making sense of everything around me,
is now the matter of more than hopes of next generations.
My projects were intended as a contribution to shared ways of seeing it.
For decades, I used to escape the urban world into a different realm of reasoning.
My experiences, ideas and thoughts from it transpired in my exhibition projects at private and public galleries.