Water
The face of the water, in all its states, is as mysterious as a human face.
It reveals as much as it can hide.
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* The commissioning artwork to the specific size and finish by the client is subject to an individual quote. The client will receive virtual (in situ) proposals before order placement. A deposit of 25% is required to place an order.
** Finished works are archival quality photographs mounted and coated with Timeless Veneer on classic painter panels with black satin floating frames. Virtual image placement in the client setting is available free of charge.
Janusz Wrobel
Art Photography
About
Like everyone, I couldn't choose the place and time of my birth. The consequence of it lingers throughout my life, occasionally bubbling on its surface. However, the lasting presence has a tool I stumbled upon accidentally in my young, formative years. It helped me to manage, or slow down, my otherwise distracted and racing mind. Taking a photograph made me think harder* about what I was seeing.
Consequently, seeing has become an act of finding out the meaning behind what I was looking at. Communicating what I saw has been a continuously evolving challenge**. It is the world where each of us accumulates different reference points for interpreting*** the world all around us. The use of the ultimate collection of meanings, the human culture, might be just too overwhelming for our daily lives. Thus interacting with the world around us, we often resort more to emotions than reasons.
Perhaps, it makes more sense to see everything around as a part of continuous processes by now. After all, their interactions are forming the conditions of your life as well as mine. I am particularly fascinated by the interaction between nature, the earth's ecosphere, and continuously evolving ecosystems created by the congregating human populations. Without a doubt in my mind, its outcome will change this world as we know it.
* The high cost of materials and long darkroom hours forced me to synthesize my views about surrounding realities well before releasing the shutter.
** While English, my fourth spoken language, remains a work in progress, the visual language of communication has remained my preferred choice.
*** For the first time, the opening of my eyes, chaos, lights, shapes and shadows move senselessly. It took weeks for my brain's neural network to record the meaning of the first particular pattern, the face of my mother. Then a torrent of patterns came to my eyes and became gradually associated with the purposes. A few years later, the world around me grew up to a more or less meaningful shape. It happened to all of us. For the rest of our lives, we choose to what extent we could verify, or substitute, the meaning behind what we see.