For some reason, this summer was full of unexpected turns, the kind I could only summarize as A Series of Unfortunate Events.
It makes me remember this year's holidays even more fondly. Being a creative soul, it was everything you could hope for: art, work, beautiful setting, eccentric characters and a large dose of quirk!
Growing up surrounded by artists of all sorts, it's only hitting me now, how unusual plein air invitationals are. When I replay it in my head, it's almost like a trailer to a magical movie.
First of all, the only way to get there is by a night train. We reached Torun - the city famous for Nicolaus Copernicus and gingerbreads at the break of dawn. Now, if gingerbread city isn't straight up from a fairytale, I don't know what is.
But that wasn't the end. We had to travel about 30 minutes more to reach a hill - the only one around, where stands a lonely palace surrounded by orchards, ponds and forest with long forgotten cemetery.
For the next two weeks, you could stumble upon them in all kinds of places. whenever the sun came out, we took to the easels, and during the rain, everyone was ensconced in one or the other corner of art studios.
There is something incredibly inspiring in such atmosphere. Even for professional artists, it's a rare luxury to be able to focus solely on their work - perfect space, all the materials, no distractions and creative spirit almost tangible in the air!
Apart from it being a great opportunity to get you creative juices flowing, I had a chance to meet a whole lot of real personalities. Everyone worked in different technique and style, had a different approach to their work which made our time together all the more interesting.
No comments:
Post a Comment