self-portrait
(November, 2014)
TX, U.S.
inspired by the poem “The Moment” by H. Poświatowska (excerpt)
Halina Poswiatowska d. 11 October 1967
translated from the Polish
by Marek Lugowski marek@enteract.com
—
Łagodny zarys nogi
pod wąską opięta spódnicą.
Unoszę.
Moje nogi.
Królestwo gam i kolorów.
—
A gentle line of leg
under a slender tight skirt.
I raise.
My legs.
A kingdom of gamuts and colors.
—
self-portrait
(June 11, 2015)
inspired by “A Poem About Love” by H. Poświatowska (excerpt)
Halina Poswiatowska d. 11 October 1967
translated from the Polish
by Marek Lugowski marek@enteract.com
—
noc jak ściana
za nimi
wszechświat z obojętnymi
oczyma gwiazd
i tylko oni – samotni
w odrapanym oknie
ziemskiej ulicy
—
night like a wall
behind them
the universe with indifferent
stars for eyes
and only these two -alone
in a shabby window
of an earthly street
—
self-portrait
(October 16, 2015)
Location: Dallas Museum of Art, TX, U.S.
It was another Late Night event at the DMA
which I attend monthly and,
as some of you may already know,
I usually bring a new work for my project.
That time it was all about the Pop art movement with music,films,
art-making activities and opening of the newest exhibition “International Pop”.
│second interpretation│
self-portrait
(March, 2015)
inspired by the poetry by H. Poświatowska (excerpt)
Halina Poswiatowska d. 11 October 1967
translated from the Polish
by Marek Lugowski marek@enteract.com
—
nie rzuca się kobiet
bo płaczą
w rogu wszechświata zwinięte
gwiazdom chłodnego blasku zazdroszczą
—
one does not leave women
because when left they cry
bundled in a corner of the universe
they envy the stars their cool shine
—
self-portrait
(September 5, 2015)
Location: Balboa Park, San Diego, CA, US
Balboa Park is the largest urban cultural park in the United States, home to 15 museums and gardens. The main reason of my holidays there was sunshine and sugar white beaches though. San Diego has more than 300 days of sunchine per year and more than 70 miles of Pacific Ocean beaches. After 5-day stay, just before leaving for Los Angeles, I decided to visit The Museum of Photographic Arts located in Balboa Park. This picture was taken just before the visit.
Pod tańcem złotych lamp
(Eng. Underneath the dance of the golden lamps)
self-portrait
(July 7, 2015)
Oklahoma, US
inspired by poetry by H. Poświatowska (excerpt)
Halina Poswiatowska d. 11 October 1967
translated from the Polish
by Marek Lugowski
marek@enteract.com
29 October 2004 Chicago, Illinois
—
Pod tańcem
złotych lamp
fruwają nisko
proste anioły pragnień (…)
—
Underneath the dance
of the golden lamps
the simple angels of desires
fly low (…)
—
self-portrait with legs II
(August 21, 2015)
Location: Dallas Museum of Art, TX, US
It was another “crowded” Late Night at the Dallas Museum of Art.
We travelled through the decades of the 20th centuary,
starting in the 1920s and ending in the 1990s, with music,
tours, films and so much more.
Ah, what a journey!
—
About (à la Vivian Maier) project:
I wish to look at myself in all reflected streets
and places I will be passing by.
These self-portraits are inspired
by Vivian Maier’s self-portraiture:
http://www.vivianmaier.com/
Umarłemu księżycowi poświęcam
(Eng. To the moon that died I dedicate)
self-portrait
(July 6, 2015)
Oklahoma, US
inspired by the poem “To the moon that died I dedicate”
by H. Poświatowska (excerpt)
Halina Poswiatowska d. 11 October 1967
translated from the Polish
by Marek Lugowski
marek@enteract.com
29 October 2004 Chicago, Illinois
—
weź mnie jeszcze
w dwie ręce
no spraw
żebym uległa ciepłym dreszczem
przeciągnęła się wzdłuż
ziewnęła
wzeszła
—
take me yet some
into both hands
come make me
yield warm-shuddered
stretching long
yawning
ascending
—
W zapachu konwalii goją się rany
(Eng. In the fragrance of the lily of the valley wounds heal)
self-portrait
(May 16, 2013)
inspired by poetry by H. Poświatowska (excerpt)
Polish text Copyright 1989 Wydawnictwo Literackie, Kraków, Poland
Halina Poświatowska, Polish, d. 11 oct 1967.
translation by Marek Lugowski, marek@enteract.com
twice22.org/HalinaFAQ/
—
W zapachu konwalii goją się rany
i otwierają się szczeliny w ziemi
ziejące próżnią bez dna.
—
In the fragrance of the lily of the valley wounds heal
and the cracks in the earth open
gaping in a bottomless void.
—
O czym szepczą moje stopy
(Eng. Of what do my feet whisper)
self-portrait
(July 6, 2015)
Oklahoma, US
inspired by the poem “Overheard”
by H. Poświatowska (excerpt)
Halina Poswiatowska d. 11 October 1967
translated from the Polish
by Marek Lugowski
marek@enteract.com
29 October 2004 Chicago, Illinois
—
Gdy tak leżą bezczynnie
lewa zwrócona ku prawej,
prawa ku lewej,
o czym szepczą moje stopy
w nie kończące się
zimowe wieczory.
…
Bezwładnie
tak leżące
myślą o ziemi,
ciągle o ziemi.
—
When they idly lie about,
the left facing the right,
the right facing the left,
of what do my feet whisper
during the neverending
winter evenings.
…
Inertly
they rest
thinking of earth,
of earth all the time.
—
Angelika Ejtel 