A MODERATELY MOTTLED WEEK - SUMMER SKIES THIS MORNING
Anyhow, viewing most of what I have on the go on Wednesday night over a couple of beers, Anka, Bogdan and Edyta believed the newly begun painting to be not just finished but ‘rather nice’, with Edyta deciding initially that it was her favourite. Hell.., if only it were that simple – I had to try to explain that yes, if I was a painter and decorator then agreed – yeah, I’d be happy with the results too. Truth is though; if someone else had produced the thing then I would be happy with it. Unfortunately as a painter it’s just not the way it works however – You just can’t skip the journey to get there… Fortunately, the reassuring thing was that they seemed to take to the finished work as well – thank god!
‘Lucky Canvas’ it may well be then, but such comments do make you chew over your overall intensions, so I spent the day before yesterday giving it a quick look of approval in passing before popping out to stock up on provisions for the Christmas shut-down and yesterday feeling reluctant to touch it again until I’ve given myself enough time to see the futility in leaving it alone. Actually, it might be best left until after the seasonal festivities anyway. There’s plenty of time come the new year to get stuck in before the show anyway, and we have a trip to Warsaw planned next week to see the New Year in and to approach a couple of galleries to take the drawings on, on a delivery/sales basis. There’s also an interesting exhibition of current Polish painting on at Zachęta we want to see which should also prove useful before I push on.
Talking of seasonal festivities, and I popped out to the pub last night to grab a little of the hustle and bustle we’ve learnt to expect at this time of year back in England but there was me and only the barman to keep me company for most of the evening, prompting me to think that perhaps Daniel was right for a change about Polish traditions when he warned me not to expect too much excitement at this time of year (his off beam list to-date includes: mute bar staff, no chance of finding brown sugar or gift vouchers in Poland and never referring to academic professors on a first name basis)… Anyway, he’d informed me with the confidence of a man who knows that the majority here traditionally, and to a certain extent out of duty to be with family, simply retire in-doors from Christmas Eve, when the main Christmas meal of Carp is eaten in a long drawn out process reminiscent of the church rituals here, to the day after Boxing Day. It may have been late in the day, but the hangover this bright Christmas morning is proof enough that Daniel was wrong once again… Around nine-thirty the door of ‘Taverna’ was flung open like floodgates as the hordes poured in, leaving me with little alternative than to pick up the night where it should have begun three hours earlier! With Dominika off home to do her own family duty there was little need to pack up early anyway, and with Jerzy (the English speaking guy I know in ‘Taverna’) suddenly parked next to me, along with his mates Andrzej, Andrzej and Andrzej we began our own well worn Christmas traditions by exercising our drinking arms and in-between draughts and singing sea shanties partaking in a little arm wrestling with the looser having to buy the drinks - This is clearly a bona fide Polish tradition as all three Andrzej’s along with Jerzy, who looked to be the beatable one, were visibly well practiced in the art, leaving me well out of pocket by the end of the evening! That said, and I’m sure the flu had something to do with my lack of power and prowess though!
For now, from what looks like a summer’s day here in bright and beautiful Białystok -Wesołych Swiąt!