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 waiting in suspense, for a time when fire comes through. On the home front, our survival drill is in place, water pumps...
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 prospectors are what is on his mind. The boy is certain that at any moment, gold dust will appear on his shovel....
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 the Aurora. It’s winter of 1970, Sopot, Poland, and beneath the covers with a flashlight in hand, I read “The...
I have received more questions regarding the process for creating the illustrations for The Spirit Journey, so I am dedicating this Blog entirely to collaging. In fact, I will start from the very beginning when I began experimenting with the art of collage way back in...
Perhaps you noticed, now that you are following The Spirit Journey, that the illustrations recently switched from good ol’ black and white, into colour. Folks in Poland who are familiar with Christa’s cartoons, would remember when his black and white... 