My name is Justyna Kopania. I am a painter. Art is my asylum, life, poetry, music, the best cigar, tasty strong tea, everything.My Art reflects the world I perceive with all my senses; people I meet and love; nature I admire, and all the things that affect the way I am. The Man is my main inspiration and This Man is the principal topic of my project. I am focusing on Their psyche, attitudes, as well as Their appearance, manners and all the complex processes that take place both outside and inside the Man.I cannot imagine existing without my art, my paintings, my inspirations – it is, and will be, an intrinsic part of my life. I prefer oil painting on huge canvases. People from all around Europe find the pieces of their selves in my works and are impressed with the sincerity and truth expressed through them.In my studio - work - I paint a few, sometimes several hours a day. This is typical painting - easel, oil, structural. Paintings are "fleshy." Paint requires both painting, as well as brushes - and I do not regret the paint. Paintings are painted this way - creates a kind of reliefs. Paintings are painted in a sort of style, original ... - Inspired by certain passages of what I see, and stay in my memory. Paitings are entirely painted by hand. I always try to give the climate the moment that stuck in my memory. Meditations In painting I try to show the "world", which could be seen by looking at reality that surrounds us, from another perspective, unusual, remote, sometimes through the eyes of the child, sometimes music, composer, or someone who looks lichen on the sea, the moon , the sky and the stars ..., the river ... looks out the window and looks out into the street. Walking down the street looking at people's faces. In rain, snow or fog. Perhaps the world that surrounds us Human really is quite different than we perceive it every day. Perhaps in every drop of rain, the grain of sand, petal snow are millions of colors that you can see, if you look for them, exactly an unusual perspective of our view. I would like to connect and be able to capture the image of time that passes so quickly. Pass a second - which are born minutes. The minutes are created with the hours ... hours - days. From days - weeks. From weeks - months. From months - years. From years - life ... Passing seasons. Passes the snow, the snow comes the rain ... the rain drops tears of God sorrund my face - haltingly straight at me - how he thinks. Passing day ... Place the sun in the sky the moon is replaced ... I would like to be able to stop time ... I look at the clock on the wall ... They come to strip off the clock ... it from the wall. Batteries. Put tem a side. I hang the clock on the site. I sit opposite the window and look into them. Outside my window the rain falls. The sky is dark, cloudy. Just like before removing the battery from the clock. I stopped the clock with the naivete of a child, thinking that would stop the time ... I looked through the window - still clouds float across the sky, raining constantly ... time passes ... the window insists evening. t.b.c. Meditations - next part The clock strikes the first hour of the night. I finish the painting today. I get up with the stool and taking off the easel painting. It amounts to a second peace. I'll be back. I put a stool by the wall. Easel shifts the corner of the studio. I went up to the window and open it. Falls into the cool, fresh air. I look at sky. It is dark and overcast. I do not see the stars on it today or moon ... time is passing. Clouds do not see the end ... just like the end of time, which takes in its passage .... Time 01: 30 at night. I think. My thoughts moving in the direction of art, philosophy ... Art ... Definition - Word "Art" - reminds me of red, especially with cadmium red Cadmium Red - as passion, love, life, fire, blood, freedom, but also as a warning, aggression, destruction, cry ... Cadmium red reminds me Caprice No. 16 Niccolo Paganini ... My thoughts on art, creation, life is based on the observation and the sensation of reality. Feel - say, look, see ... but not always see - to feel ... I Processed reality that I try to capture in pictures or words, is an attempt to look at the world in terms of feelings, emotions, emotions that give the word, color images. Create - say, feel, perceive, communicate your point of view ... I think that art is unlimited and can not be "Close", limit, designate that runs from here to there, that means so much and so much ... It should inspire emotion, controversy, and sometimes conflict ... What is a "time"? Time is "something" that second time is not repeated. This second, followed by a second clock stand out second, minute, hour time ... as the sun, the moon takes place. Time as transience, transience, something that is limited in its unlimited. Time-the mystery of existence ... Man, as a prisoner time ... suggestions of the clock.Time - haste, speed, blunt, something that lasts ... Everyone has a "consciousness of time" ... Maybe if the man had no consciousness of time, perhaps not so hurry do not really know where and what ... justyna kopania,studio,films,twilight,arts,painting,top,theater, publication,Exhibitions,top,art,piano,music,moon,london,models,landscapes,scenery,people,passion,inspiration,paintings,gallery,magic,fine-art,artslant,deviantart,linkedin