Saturday, August 1, 2015

Thursday, July 30, 2015

auguries of innocence




                                                                                            summer          2015

































To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour


William Blake

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

the returning tree

                                                     afternoon      koliba         summer         2015




















                                                       evening      koliba         summer          2015



















I keep returning to this tree which is behind some new apartment buildings close to where I live. I don't know why, but for some reason I feel compelled to leave the path, walk behind the buildings and wade through the waist high grass to see the tree and the view of the city beyond.

my last morning on the UFO





                                  instagram      summer     Bratislava      2015

Sunday, July 26, 2015

simple things

                                                                  moss     yorkshire    summer    2012




















Simple things that on the surface may seem irrelevant can hold the key to memories that bring with them warmth and comfort. My mothers peg bag, that she made from an old pillow case and a plastic clothes hanger has lasted years longer than many of the clothes its pegs once held to the washing line. Clothes outgrown over the years by my brother and I, my fathers work shirts and my mothers collection of fashionable blouses. I clearly remember clothes billowing in the wind and sun, the smell of clean bright mornings, a myriad of colour dancing on the line and birds singing in trees.

fruit tree

                                                                        jablon  by AK     spring     2015
                                                          fruit tree     Bratislava       spring     2014

Sunday, July 12, 2015

trees

                                                          koliba      summer   2015

























the imagination of nature
from earth and rain
reaching out to the sky
entwined like lovers
frozen in a moment
filled with memory
quiet as a whisper
a song in a storm
shelter in our dreams
and adventure in our hearts

Monday, July 6, 2015

the fields of my youth

                                                                    moss     yorkshire     summer  2012


                                                                     moss    yorkshire     winter   2014

 A few minutes walk from my mothers house are the fields I played in as a kid and although decades have gone by since then, the fields look much the same and the character of the land still retains its identity. We are formed by the landscape of our childhood; it's discovery is our adventure, it's colour and smell and sound give life to memories that remain with us for our whole lives.

Thursday, July 2, 2015

mileticova

                                                                                Bratislava   summer   2015

birds at dusk

                                                                               Bratislava    summer    2015

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

hairdressers


Sunday, June 28, 2015

exhibition at Gagarinka Gallery Bratislava

                                                                  from Slavin   Bratislava Summer 2011

                                                                    Sandberg   Bratislava    autumn 2010
                                                                    fountain    Bratislava   summer 2014

                                                                                  Bratislava    Spring    2014

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

good morning Petrazalka


                                                                            Bratislava     summer    2015

Monday, June 22, 2015

crocodile

                                                                                Bratislava   summer     2015

pathways

                                                                                                  summer   2015

chance encounters

                                                                      by the Danube     summer   2015





















On a hot day riding out along the Danube, I stopped for a drink and noticed a small red children's bucket sitting in the dirt. I began thinking about the fun we have as children playing in the sand, building sandcastles, lost in our own world. I imagined that because the weather changes so quickly and in a few minutes a hot sunny day can turn into a rain storm, that in a hurry to leave this little red bucket got left behind. After taking the photograph, I stepped back and looked down to see a big dog staring at me. He was motionless looking me straight in the eye, I was motionless wondering how long had he been there and what was he thinking. I took his picture and after a few seconds he was off on his way somewhere else. In those few seconds which seemed like minutes I wondered if he was somehow guarding the bucket, he also seemed to be alone yet somehow it felt like he belonged there, so calm and stoic and impressive in his motionlessness. Afterwards it dawned on me that this chance encounter with the red bucket and the big dog were probably not random and that they were somehow a symbol of recent events in my life.

Sunday, June 21, 2015

life's an ocean

                                                                       
                                                                   
                                                                     
                                                                   Zemianske Sady    summer   2015

Friday, June 19, 2015

found

                                                                                                       koliba 2015
lost and found
thrown away
and picked up
symbols of life
that represent love

blue like our eyes
or the world
and sky above
an ocean, an echo
all represent love

whatever we see
or say
or become
like two pieces of glass
once held up to the sun

we will reflect
and reveal
and remain part of
a symbol of life
that represents love

Friday, May 29, 2015

thank you

                                                                                 Bridlington UK 1965

Thursday, May 7, 2015

giving life a meaning

                                                                                      for A.K.  Levar  spring 2015
Nature, you fascinate me.
You are simple yet complex.
Your rhythms and melodies create a flow never ceasing.
Your perfect harmony of colour and sound; alive and embracing.
Your beginning and your end unknowable.
You are a mystery that creates love and inspires contemplation
You give meaning to life

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

he never knew

                                                          Yorkshire 1969    unknown photographer
Every year my grandmother took me to the high street photographer for a portrait. I think I am two years old in this photo. I don't have a clear memory of the photo being taken but I do remember the shop and the smell of old books and chemicals. For some reason things maritime must have been popular; there are a few pictures of me dressed as a sailor, though in this one I manage just an anchor across my heart. I asked my mum about these pictures and she couldn't explain the sailor theme but said the cardigan with anchor was very popular amongst men of that day. We laughed.

When I see this photograph of the boy who was me, I think about how we live our lives with the feeling that there is a plan, or at least one will emerge from the years spent. I think of the books I read and the dreams I had of far away places with exotic names, I think of adventure. I think about how he didn't know what I know now,  though he was always curious and never stopped asking questions. He didn't know he would travel, the concept of different places came later. He didn't know he would one day play a musical instrument like his grandfather. He never imagined the sound and shape of foreign words on his tongue, even the ones in his own language were strange. He knew the concept of love from his parents and family but he never knew he would meet you.





Wednesday, April 8, 2015

more than just time



                                                                  Dads favourite clock Yorkshire 2014







stories remind us of the greatness of people and experiences; challenges met, identities established and bloodlines created. When I hear a story about someones life, I think about what it would be like to meet that person and they come to life in my imagination. I think about what made them happy, I try to imagine the sound of their voice, the colour of their eyes, even the way they walked.

Objects can take on the shape and personality of people, especially objects that were made or gained from love. The things we choose and take care of tell us a lot about ourselves, therefore a small tree branch, a stone or a even clock can reveal many things. I think it's the small things that have greater significance, and the way we remember stories, carefully pieced together with small details that dance in the dark corners of our memory, this is magic, this gives our lives and our love for life that greatness we search for.

Monday, March 30, 2015

fallen tree branches make tools for small boys

                                                                                              koliba   spring  2015

Sunday, March 29, 2015

the birds

                                                                                      by A.K.

                                                                                     Bratislava winter 2008









































Saturday, March 28, 2015

a simple knot

























a knot to remind me
a time became a memory
a sound in the trees
a whisper of hope
an ocean of tenderness
a leap to the moon
a hand held on a hilltop
as flowers start to bloom
a knot to remind me
to believe, to dream,
to swoon