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July 17, 2000
I have uploaded my wisarts.com
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January 12, 2001
Wisarts registration in search-engines. |
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02.11.2001
Halloween... Is that why Johnie has climbed into bed?
I don't know why I took him for a man when he was hanging on the easel or wardrobe, but now, in my bed, I'm not sure any more.
He doesn't answer my questions, arrogantly stretching his limbs or touching my cheek.
I can't explain to him what life is all about, or make him leave.
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Do you think that it all ends with death?
Have no illusions, nothing is finite. Such is the nature of things that everything is infinite.
Wait a century, wait an eon, be patient!
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05.11.2001 |
 Today I will introduce to you my neighbors in life. You can see me and my daughter on many wisarts pages. Here is Rainer, colleague occupying the first room in our flat - who has just high-jacked Heather to make corrections to his English texts. I feel positively disgruntled, having myself a hundred pages which require the same kind of work! He is such a sly one!
Well, Heather doesn't seem to care.
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My daughter Veronique - today she is both offended and angry.
She attends her second school, feeling serious - and her Pa is making silly jokes with Johnie and marihuana!
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18.12.2001
mail:
Dear Wieslaw, I want to express the joy my husband Dan and I felt when we discovered your paintings on the web this week. We wept with recognition and appreciation for how you have visually captured the Trinity's relationship with humanity and creation in all its vibrant mystery...
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04.01.2002 |
Thank you, we had a nice time at Christmas, a bit unusual may be. This year we decided to have no ritual, tree, presents - we gave some money to a children's charity instead.
UNICEF, Kontonr: 4052152801, BLZ 120 800 00, Stichwort: Flüchtlingskinder Afghanistan.
Veronique, not knowing her mother, thinks about other kids.
She was cooking pasta italiana for a holy supper, freeing papa from household activities so I was able to paint day and night, dancing to a Siber Shaman song and seeing with joy how my one-wave brushwork turned into one-flame.
My daughter, brutally critical of my painting in the last three months, now wants four small ones for her room when they're finished.
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11.01.2002
mail:
Herr Sadurski - I accidentally arrived on your web page today and was amazed and delighted. Poetry that rings also in my head all the time - thank you. Images that deserve to be explored and shared with others. Oils - mmmmm I wish I could see the originals. You appear to live on the border between two worlds - Berlin and others. Thanks for sharing. Might you allow us to perform some of your poetry some time? I believe that there are others who would enjoy it?
Gail from Waukesha, Wisconsin
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07.02.2002
mail:
dear friend, only to mention a fraction of the beauty radiating from your work, beauty that tempers intent and innocence.
your work is plenary, resonating ice and warmth, mysterious and inviting, the way sun mingles about us, within us, a seed, its crystal lattice connecting it to source, from which we feed, continuous, layered endlessly in light, perpetual heart, pulse of knowledge, boundless.
again your paintings are gorgeous beyond telling... creator bless...
with respect,
David
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31.03.2002
Now the days are getting long and the springtime sun is going higher I have something to confess.
I painted the whole winter through, and, while painting, I do not think, I just paint or stare at my canvass like a magpie stares at a white bone.
And yet, sometimes, like in this very moment, floats the thought, or an inspiration, saying: - Free the Lord!
Free God from rituals, priests, incenses, churches, uniforms, ideologies, religions, cries and agony of the tortured, fantasies, sighs of the well-wishers, opinions and critics, free the Lord from human stupidity.!
When democracy - then we'll all be free! He's worked His hands to the Bone! Let Him enjoy His well-earned freedom!
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Sheriff Jesus is going to come and put all this in order |
01.06.2002
let your love be like a rose
opening the morning, outstretching its petals and perfume
and three days later passing away
into forever |
Summer 2002 = Painting.
Many pictures at work. One bigger task - LIFE - just one word.
Two sides to it. White on one side, tabula rasa, for the right wall (of the future show). Colored face for the left wall.
All together - 60 canvasses 50 x 60 cm each. Total size - 3 x 8 m, twice. |
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17.08.2002
Full summer, wide open windows, strong smell from lime trees in full bloom,
and Johnie, my eternal companion, watching the unwavering wave of my brush from his corner at the window. |
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I am fire that burns religion and non-religion,
I am fire that burns merit and sin,
I am fire that burns bondage and privilege,
I am immortality in knowledge, I am equality in essence, I am like the sky.
The Avadhoota Gita
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09.01.2003
mail:
Hi!
I started looking through your site last night and I couldn't stop. You are an exceptional artist. Thank you for letting everyone see your work.
Sometimes I become intrigued with pictures on the Internet and combine them in a different way. I'm sending one that has part of yours in it. I don't use them for any purpose other than to create for myself.
Your work is not only prolific and varied, it's beautiful, thought provoking and mesmerizing. I have bookmarked your site and will visit it often!
susan |
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What a sweet load is lying on her heart?
Click to enlarge and see the answer |
27.01.2003
Kathy writes:
My name is Kathy and I have been searching endlessly for an artist who could truly express what I witnessed a few years ago, and your rainbow paintings are the closest I have come to. A few years ago, I had an angel visitation and above its head was a circular rainbow of beautiful colours. Each coloured band moved clockwise and counterclockwise within itself. My walk with Jesus has matured and I have come to love Him more than I ever have. The angel, by the way, was all white light that didn't hurt my eyes and in its little hand was quill pen and it was writing in a book. I can only pray that it was a sign that my family and I have our names written in the book of life. Thank you for your beautiful website. I can understand your artwork. God Bless!
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01.02.2003
I woke up early in the morning, cleansed the doors of perception - and everything appears to me as it is: infinite!
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08.02.2003
Jacki writes:
Hi! Just wanted to say I am speechless as I wonder through the site looking at the paintings you have depicted many things ungraspable so well....Nice Site.............
Thanks Jacki |
11.02.2003
Tamara writes:
I just had to e-mail you and tell you that you truly have a gift from "The One". Your enlightening - is refreshing and gives me hope. I'm just starting out at 36 and college study matter is so boring. So, seeing your work is a breath of fresh air. Thank you sooooooo much for sharing your gift and giving me HOPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sincerely, Love and Prayers
Tamara
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03.03.2003
Tim writes:
Hi Wieslaw,
You must be strong and healthy this days. Your artworks are very inspiring and impressing. I have never seen any images like those images you create before. It takes me a while to looking at the images and around the sites. I really like those images you create. I wonder if I can have a permission to copy some images or refer links after I create my Website. Thank you very much and hope you have a wonderful days. And keep up the super artworks. Tim.
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16.05.2003 |
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Which side you take, living your life behind the bars?
On one side are the flowers.
And money on the other. |
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03.06.2003
I knew it before: close to death experiences. See traces of them in my paintings, if you like.
Last week - a heart stroke. I went through strange states of loosing consciousness in pain, enjoying coming back and going away of doctors and nurses; fascinating views on large monitors showing my heart and the catheter going through it, spitting crystalline lightning's, contrasting colours.
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12.06.2003
Do you have any problems with your inner life, family, creativity? I advice a heart stroke. Some weeks later my life is turning into fairy-tale.
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21.06.2003 |
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life is great after a stroke!
howgh!
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Wieslaw Sadurski 23.06.2003, photo Michael A. Krause |
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There is a not-knowing wandering around the world
showing at something and saying:
- that's me!
or:
- that's mine!
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24.06.2003 my daughter
School year has ended, Veronique is joyful, results okay.
I tell her: - The only enlightening schools are those which are burning. |
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5.09.2003
It's hundred days after my heart stroke, there is no life danger anymore, for a while. Doctor is tripling my drugs doses from tomorrow on; there will be next check-up in two weeks to see if I can stand it. Well, I was bit crazy sometimes, on previous doses. However, the legality of the trip is a new virtue in my life. Interesting hallucinations, visions drawn so easily in my inner eye! Enough to agree it can happen - and a manifold image flow starts. Actually, no fun, just a mind fuck, no truth in it.
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6.09.2003
Lucky this summer! Walking barefoot in grass! Today forever.
And I don't look like a sick person, do I?
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13.11.2003
I take part in GSG Art Exhibition Berlin - 20 Artists, 40 Artworks. Come to the vernissage late, look for my painting to see how it is placed - and find it in such a good company! I envy my painting |
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Gallery ZeitZone
Adalbertstr. 82, D-10997 Berlin-Kreuzberg, fon 0162-8675375, e-mail ZeitZone@gmx.de
presents on Friday December 12, 2003, 19:00 |
Wieslaw Sadurski - Star worlds |
Finissage January 3, 2004 |
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The 31st of December is the anniversary of Lord Buddha's Enlightenment.
Sure that's the reason for all champagne party's and fireworks.
Cool!
I enjoyed it, like you! |
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10.05.2004 |
WISARTS in new design and in English, German and Polish.
I have completely renewed my Website, removing Design, Films and Free pages
All Painting reproductions are new.
New: - Photo pages
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10.05.2004 |
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Mosaic of lights and shadows,
dying petals of cherries and leaves shooting up,
of that what is dying and living.
Just like in your life. |
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23.05.2004
He goes through the world
dressed in wind
waist-belted with the lightning.
I put down these few words together and ask Veronique my daughter: - Who is he? - but she starts laughing and says: - You know yourself, don't you?
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Art is what you are |
10.06.2004 |
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Moon rising up, window in our dining room. |
June 2004 |
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That's me in springtime, and Veronique my daughter
11 - 13.06.2004
Street Theatres Festival, Mariannenplatz, Kreuzberg, Berlin |
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August 2004
Green and hot is the summer in the city,
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Mariannenplatz in rays of rainbow colours - that's just right for me and a Moroccan man smoking his water pipe, |
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the dove looks deeply in my eyes to be sure it is not my water place, |
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Kreuzberg is like a great village,
when you stay here for a quarter of a century - you know a lot of people. And you're known and seen. |
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I visit artists and galleries, here is Kasia with her paintings and sculptures,
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I sit in the shade of the tree for a rest and there comes Api. Ten minutes later my daughter appears on her way from school. Is she really happy to start a new school year, or just a little bit playing for me? |
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Atos make careful corrections on his face looking in the broken piece of mirror and gives performance for my camera,
here is a picture titled:
"Smoke more cigarettes and you have a chance to look like me!"
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Many visitors and friends at home...
Very young grass - hopper comes every day from the balcony. I find it on the floor, table, yesterday was already in my working room. Looking for a shelter? feeling a coming winter? Veronique my daughter likes it to stay, but I have mercy, take it away to the balcony and close the door. Alas! next day I find it on my arm! |
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Rainer does a kitchen work under madonna wings,
Cori is shining with joy,
Josef telling dramatic happenings, |
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Witek 18 years later comes again with so many stories that I feel pity not being a film writer |
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