by joannamalecka-photography

I did it my way … part 1.

I’m neither good at writing nor good at English, but I do have lots of thoughts that need to be released and given some fresh air. And if any of my thoughts will meet yours I’ll be happy and humbled if you’d like to visit my blog again.

I’ve always thought that I’m a visual person, and words just don’t stick to me. But recently a lot has been going on in my life and my closest friends are so far away, that I do feel a strong need to add something to my images. To tell you my story, how it has all began.

There are always people behind the story of our life. That is not any different in my case.

I would not be able to do what I’m doing without the support of a man I love, admire and respect from all my heart. That is my hubby, my best friend, even girlfriend from time to time ;) a kind of man I wish all woman to have!

He is the actual cause of all my love for art. When I came to US, not knowing how my future would look like, on F1 visa, without a permit to work, I felt really stressed out. Everything was new to me and I felt really uncertain of the American reality. But my hubby somehow knew what I needed. He has found an art school for me. And that was a hit. I had no idea before, that this is something I might really enjoy. I signed up for adobe classes, children’s illustration class and as it turned out later, my absolute number one, painting class. After a year at Ducret School of Art, I moved to another school, very famous painting school, The Art Students League of NY. That was my dream place to be at. Filled up with love for art from the very first step at the entrance. There are people from all over the world, with different backgrounds, some are professional famous painters, some like me, just falling in love with painting. But what really dominates that place is the absolute passion for art.

I‘ve graduated from two Universities in Poland, but none of them had this vibe, that magical aura uniting its students in one purpose, purpose of creation something unique.

I had a chance to meet and learn there from two amazing painters Mary Beth McKenzie www.marybethmckenzie.com, who is a true master, her work is exhibited at The Metropolitan Museum of Art, and Thomas Torak www.thomastorak.com, winner of numerous awards, a great man, and wonderful educator.

I have spent there a few months, waking up really early but with a smile on my face, showing that I’m finally doing what I love. After those few precious months I found out that I was pregnant! When I called my mom to tell her that wonderful news I burst into tears, happy to tell her that she’ll be a grandma, but also disappointed a bit as I knew that meant the end of painting for at least few years. I have blamed myself at that time for those few disappointed tears, as the gift of life is the most precious and beautiful of all that exist, but I don’t feel that anymore. My daughter Zuzia has turned upside down my life, but in a way that I would never exchange for anything in this world. She also gave me an enormous amount of energy and strength that helps me do what I love. And it did not necessarily is painting right now (although painting is my secret plan for retirement J). But before I chose to pursue photography I did something else, but that I’m gonna share with you in my next post. Please stay tuned.

Here are some of my very first paintings. 

My very first portrait.  

My very first portrait.

 

Daughter of our friends. I painted it of off the image that I took.

Daughter of our friends. I painted it of off the image that I took.

Cara, a model at the Mary Beth Mckenzie Class.

Cara, a model at the Mary Beth Mckenzie Class.

I don't remember her name. But she was the only model that started crying during the pose. That was a very emotional time that we all had with her, as no one asked her to stop posing and she continued crying. Thomas Torak Class.

I don't remember her name. But she was the only model that started crying during the pose. That was a very emotional time that we all had with her, as no one asked her to stop posing and she continued crying. Thomas Torak Class.