A thing of beauty . . .

Vincent (Robert Gulaczyk) in colour

Portrait of van Gogh, played by Robert Gulaczyk, painted by Anna Kluza

I recently wrote about painting for the film Loving Vincent in Beshara Magazine. It’s a contemplation on the experience, the nature of animation, van Gogh’s vision, and the mysterious relationship between artist, artwork and beholder.
Please enjoy:


“To my left, an array of brushes and a careful selection of paint pots; to my right, the computer keyboard and a control for the camera which hangs from the ceiling. Beside the camera sits a projector, casting down a mysterious light. Above, connecting the camera and the projector, the computer monitor displays various images for reference, including rough video footage, photos of van Gogh’s paintings to study the technique and colour, and the live image the camera picks up. Then, directly in front of me, the focal point of this curious little room – the canvas board that will host the magic.

And I wonder: who was this man, Vincent van Gogh . . . “

group photo

Painters and crew outside the Gdansk Studio, September 2016


Winter Threshold

winter threshold

“Winter is the oldest season and it has some quality of the absolute about it. Yet, in truth, beneath the surface of Winter, the miracle of Spring is already in preparation. The cold is relenting, seeds are waking up, and colours are beginning to imagine how they will return. Then, imperceptibly, somewhere, one bud opens, and the symphony of renewal is no longer reversible. From the black heart of Winter, a miraculous, breathing plenitude of colour emerges.”                       – John O’Donahue

Painting a Christmas card design for the Chisholme Institute, inspired by the beech hedge which runs through the middle of the vegetable garden.


Wake of the Infinite




I shall not sleep tonight,
for I shall attend the
wake of the Infinite
the vigil held for the one
forever dying inside us.

However, I do not go in mourning,
nor do I wish to share sorrow
or bond in grief.

I go because
the one forever dying
is the one forever rising.

The one who chooses today
despite all yesterdays,
the one who smiles
despite all demise,
the one who sings at dawn
despite the deepest,
most fearsome dreams.

I shall attend the wake of the Infinite
so I may also learn how to die,
and yield to this river moving through me
nourishing my constant rebirth
into greater and greater clarity.