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Trumpty Dumpty
Even though US politics aren’t exactly at the top of the news here in the Australian outback of Tasmania, I felt the need to speak out on an issue...
The Spirit Journey, soon in hard copy!
An official announcement. Four In the Morning Productions (based in Hobart, Tasmania), is proud to announce our first printing of the comic...
BOO!
I remember the first Halloween I experienced in Canada in the mid-1970s. I took my little sister trick-or-treating through the streets of our...
55 years – the resurrection of an old illustration
In my second blog “Under the street light”, I've written how I started collecting Janusz Christa's strips from the newspaper Wieczór Wybrzeza. The...
We’re starting again!
Now relaxed and rested, I am ready to continue the tale of my Spirit Journey. The last seven months on the road have been a blast; feeling the wind...
Tasmania!
We are getting to the end of our holidays. Seven months on the road, how fast it all went! Incredibly, the most surprising part of this journey...
Mount Kosciuszko
In the early part of eighteen hundred, little was known of the interior of Australia, as very few foreigners had ventured into the center of this...
Wandjina rock art
The Aboriginal people of Australia had been creating rock art for millennia. Okra paint was used to paint on rocks, and so archeologists have been...
The Great Barrier Reef
While I was making this charming postcard of our adventure on the Great Barrier Reef, Padma and I realized that, to be honest, we had to show you...
On holidays, 2023
As Australia is now open from lockdowns, we are going for the summer holidays. Padma and I are hitting the road and heading north to the Great...
Bench design for Christa
Last night I dreamed that I was in Sopot walking in a park. A large stone lay in the shade of the old trees. I saw that someone had carved a...
Happy 88th birthday Mr. Christa!
Dear readers of "The Spirit Journey"! For several years I have been trying to prepare something special for Christy's birthday. Three years ago, on...
Old Crow
The remote village of Old Crow is the only community inside the Arctic Circle (in the Yukon and North West Territories of Canada). It was...
And so, this is Christmas… again!
Dear readers of "The Spirit Journey"! For several years I have been trying to bring you something special during the holidays. Last time I composed...
In Polish!
Dear Polish readers! I have been inundated with your requests to start writing The Spirit Journey (Wewnętrzna podróż) in Polish for several years...
Pretor
I knew back in 2015 when rereading my travel journal that my dog Pretor will become an important element of The Spirit Journey and (for a while at...
Christa, Wieczór, Egmont
When taking high-resolution photos of Christa's illustrations for The Spirit Journey, I noticed that old strips in Wieczór Wybrzeża differ slightly...
How did it all started?
Since the 19th of July is Janusz Christas 87th birthday, I am inviting you to another instalment of the artist’s life story. Last year’s “Star Wars”...
Harmonica
As with many teenagers, I had dreams of becoming a musician. Back in Poland, the romantic songs of Marek Grechuta, the rock band Czerwone Gitary,...
Kenneth
"Day 42. After paddling all day I spotted several caribou crossing the river. They take no notice of me, then upon reaching the other shore, they...
A Portal to the Spirit World
Congratulations! You’ve made it to the next part of The Spirit Journey. Whew! Now we enter “the heart” of our stor In writing A Portal to the Spirit...
The night before Christmas
Ah, what a year it has been! One that we are glad to see finally coming to a close. COVID-19, wearing face masks, social distancing, and the tragedy...
Into the wild
I left home in the summer of 1980, assuring my parents that I would return to Vancouver in the autumn. I told them I would be camping for the summer...
Preparing for the journey (3)
In 1979 I graduated from high school and was both physically and mentally ready to embark on an adventure to the Yukon. However, such an expedition...
Preparing for the journey (2)
My younger years in Vancouver, were marked by a life changing event. It happened while learning English in New Canadian class in 1977. One day I...
Corona
Padma and I are sitting on a small bench by the pond, overlooking our bushland property in Yandoit. It is evening, and the light is magical! The...
W kosmosie/Star Wars
Now that Kajtek and Koko are lazily rowing down the mighty Porcupine River, there is time for me to tell you a story which will shed light on the...
Preparing for the journey (1)
At 17, I'm bursting with energy. Although I'm studying english in New Canadian class, I'm still terrible shy, and communicating is not easy. I spend...
Letting the cat out of the bag.
One winter's evening in '74 I couldn't wait to tell my parents that I had just met Janusz Christa and that we had even chatted about my collection....
Hauling the treasure
By the end of 1974 my Kajtek and Koko collection is full. I have gathered close to 7,000 strips from all series by Christa, dating from 1958...
International Women’s Day
March 8th is International Women's Day. It is a perfect opportunity to honour the wonderful women that have graced my life. Thank you! This pink...
A crisis unfolding
These days we live in a world of smoke. Nearby Mt. Franklin is now obscured, the sun and the moon are both red. Everyone and everything around us is...
The little digger
The young boy pays no attention to the screeching seagulls overhead, while he digs for gold on the Baltic shoreline. Jack London's stories of...
The Call of the Wild
As the world sleeps, I am awake, enchanted by the pulsing, multicoloured lights vibrating outside my window. I imagine that I alone, am dancing with...
Collaging 1973-2019
I have received more questions regarding the process for creating the illustrations for The Spirit Journey, so I am dedicating this Blog entirely to...
Colouring The Spirit Journey
Perhaps you noticed, now that you are following The Spirit Journey, that the illustrations recently switched from good ol' black and white, into...
Under the street light
I remember being a small child, waiting impatiently for my dad to arrive home with the local newspaper Wieczór Wybrzeża. I wished to see the very...
The prophecy
Obviously the young boy is nervous. He is standing at the very back of a room, far away from the spot light, under which an author is signing his...