tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21945173226598234802024-03-08T12:26:47.895-08:00f-artMichal Cabajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00142882535016837054noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194517322659823480.post-21479660330767894032011-12-21T10:54:00.001-08:002011-12-21T10:54:41.797-08:00Sleeping mother<div><br/><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-cUFmOPaG8No/TvIrY3IZ74I/AAAAAAAAAkM/pdyCAE6nn1w/photo.png' /></div>Michal Cabajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00142882535016837054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194517322659823480.post-71885419989613847812010-08-06T05:30:00.000-07:002010-08-06T05:42:40.937-07:00This makes me sooooo happy!<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://thingsworthseeing.blogspot.com/2010/08/1300-visitors-at-michal-cabaj-one-man.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">http://thingsworthseeing.blogspot.com/2010/08/1300-visitors-at-michal-cabaj-one-man.html</span></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I'd like to thank you to Iker Garcia for his help with the show - the man did an amazing job with helping me out and without him it would not have been possible. My gratitude also goes to Yukie Nagasawa for helping me out with text and bringing her beautiful smile to the show:) Thank you guys!!!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Thank you to all who managed to come: Gosia 1, Lukas, Bartosz, Michal, Owen, Elly, Setsuko, Yukie, Mark, Andy, Nat, Nathan, Jo, Illona, Aish + bf, Gosia 2, Karolina, Elly and Apple:) and 1300 others - it was a real treat to have you there! Thank you!</span></div>Michal Cabajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00142882535016837054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194517322659823480.post-25241424297348135612010-07-11T16:54:00.000-07:002010-07-11T16:54:02.540-07:00Tutu gets her own Blog<a href="http://seetutu.blogspot.com/">http://seetutu.blogspot.com/</a><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fn1fSYo5rPI/TDeqoBoubsI/AAAAAAAAALk/LKmqmhZixa4/s1600/P1020043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fn1fSYo5rPI/TDeqoBoubsI/AAAAAAAAALk/LKmqmhZixa4/s640/P1020043.jpg" width="176" /></a>Is this not beautiful thing to be able to feel wind and sea in the music, to feel the adventure... Well, Tutu can really enjoy things like this to the point when.. she cannot enjoy any longer (And do not put too much attention to the tic-tac-toe score - It's very hard to win with her).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
I draw this story while listening to the beautiful music of Taro Hakase. <br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Anyway - I was waiting for my dinner to heat up (Japanese dumplings) and in the mean time I really wanted to try the new medium and show it to Tutu. I've found her sitting and reading the book of poetry (I think it was a book of poetry... I was not wearing my glasses and I did not want to interrupt her). So where is the black can of paint?... Well, I'm glad you've asked - It's just behind her. So for the first time over here Tutu in (water) colour. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1f497d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">She was born from love, passion, longing and care on one side – anger, pain, despair and cruelty on the other. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1f497d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1f497d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">This strange mix of emotions makes her really fragile and unstable at times.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Tutu wears a red colour dress from the oversized T-shirt, has shiny black hair, cute teeth and sweet eyes. She always carries a can of black paint for a reasons only known to herself.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Tutu is a very stubborn creature as well – I can tell you that. I can tell you many things about her – both good and bad. She was with me since a long time ago but until yesterday I did not know how to bring her back to life because she can bring happiness but also the incredible suffering. Yes, Tutu and I have a huge problem.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">You will learn more about her and I hope I’ll be consistent and strong enough to tell you this story. I hope this will be a beginning of something beautiful.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Please follow her story.<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">And before you ask - Tutu does exist in real life... Somewhere behind the wide river.<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">But why? Was I really this bad to be treated by you in this way?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The scars are burning under today's sun but none of its light comes through the thick black shadow you've painted me with on the inside. And yet there's plenty of sun still zipped within me. But none of this light comes through and none of it comes out. It's burning me from inside. I am being burned... neither dead nor alive, burned with questions which stir up this flame: What have I done to you?! What have you done to me and why?! How do you take it from somebody? How do you take it and why?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I once used to be happy...</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Please.. give me back what you have taken so happily with yet another lie.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Please... give it back. I miss it so much... my smile. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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Condemned - A portrait with scars.<br />
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2010Michal Cabajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00142882535016837054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194517322659823480.post-19542741236801944082010-06-28T14:01:00.000-07:002010-06-28T16:45:42.602-07:00Death in the digital era<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fn1fSYo5rPI/TCkmgTamZxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/r61e-XiCmYc/s1600/IMG_0003%5B1%5D.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fn1fSYo5rPI/TCkmgTamZxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/r61e-XiCmYc/s200/IMG_0003%5B1%5D.PNG" width="133" /></a>On the January 23, 2010 the body of the Chinese worker has been found laying on the ground. he worked 286 hours in the month before he died, including 112 hours of overtime. The factories in Shenzhen, with about 400,000 employees, make products for global companies like Apple, Dell and Hewlett-Packard. For all of that, even with extra pay for overtime, he earned the equivalent of $1 an hour.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">His name was Ma Xiangqian.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
When I looked at his factory ID card for the first time it struck me how emotionless he seemed.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">He's stripy shirt reminded me of two things:</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The first one was the camps during II WW where people worked themselves to death. Perhaps because the most famous of these labour camps where in the country I am from and every time I see the picture of it I feel inside the terrible sadness.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The second thing was the product bar code. He's Foxconn ID number was F9310372. The same number that can be scanned and decoded with your very iPhone using a free code-39 scanner application.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Please try to remember his story when the next time you rush to the store to cherish yet another of these "wonderful, must have" products - it is just an object. After all it is because of our consumer society - me and you - someone paid the ultimate price.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fn1fSYo5rPI/TDhIlyqdFJI/AAAAAAAAAL0/X7wB67CymIM/s1600/12A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="518" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fn1fSYo5rPI/TDhIlyqdFJI/AAAAAAAAAL0/X7wB67CymIM/s640/12A.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Michal Cabajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00142882535016837054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194517322659823480.post-44537596980371936032010-06-20T15:01:00.001-07:002010-06-20T15:10:18.765-07:00Shadow on the window sill or grass field?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fn1fSYo5rPI/TB6PoC6yWnI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JktqOUe7an0/s1600/P1010918.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="427" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fn1fSYo5rPI/TB6PoC6yWnI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JktqOUe7an0/s640/P1010918.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Michal Cabajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00142882535016837054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194517322659823480.post-24694207617062430752010-06-20T15:00:00.000-07:002010-06-20T15:10:37.513-07:00Boat on the shore or shadow on the desk?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fn1fSYo5rPI/TB6PZuBcA5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/vIVarTzMd4c/s1600/P1010916.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="427" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fn1fSYo5rPI/TB6PZuBcA5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/vIVarTzMd4c/s640/P1010916.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Michal Cabajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00142882535016837054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194517322659823480.post-56516066248277337012010-06-20T14:59:00.000-07:002010-06-20T15:10:54.820-07:00Love for sale?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fn1fSYo5rPI/TB6PD_DUOZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ATKi74s5Fio/s1600/P1010877.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fn1fSYo5rPI/TB6PD_DUOZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ATKi74s5Fio/s640/P1010877.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Michal Cabajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00142882535016837054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194517322659823480.post-3362536214606513182010-06-20T14:58:00.000-07:002010-06-20T16:45:18.085-07:00The Exploding Donkey?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b><br />
</b></div><b><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fn1fSYo5rPI/TB6n1eaQOsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fnnbT5hbq6M/s1600/exploding-donkey-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fn1fSYo5rPI/TB6n1eaQOsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fnnbT5hbq6M/s640/exploding-donkey-2.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></div></b><br />
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</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b>Is this the spilled drink or the exploding donkey?</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">The other day I was walking down the street when suddenly an exploding donkey appeared in front of me. I stared at it for a long time. The next day I came back with the camera to take the picture of it. It was pure luck.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I've realized then how the art is surrounding us. It's just the matter of us been able to see it. Pablo Picasso had a question asked once: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">- What is art?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">He took his time to think about this and then pointed to the bicycle saddle attached to a handlebars hanging from the wall - the whole thing look like a bull... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">- This is art! - he replied.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">And this is the whole point. What is not the FUCKING art? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">FUNNY thing.. art.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">In Polish "FART" means luck. I've found this donkey by luck.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">In English it has a different meaning - art can be crap as well.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I love these word games!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">So there you go: F-ART</div>Michal Cabajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00142882535016837054noreply@blogger.com0