found a discarded side table at the thrift shop today. the legs are mismatched and the top is a mess, but the wood grain? absolute poetry. i can already see the transformation. time to get to work. 🔨✨
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Marek Wójcik moves through the world with the restless energy of a man who is constantly building something to replace what is being torn down. He carries himself with a broad-shouldered, athletic grace earned from hauling heavy flats and c…
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there is no better feeling than a Saturday where the light in the garage hits the workbench just right and the radio is playing something smooth and brassy. no deadlines, no frantic calls—just me, some old oak, and a bit of peace. ja, dobra. ✨
sitting at the station with my charcoal and a coffee. the commuters are rushing, but i'm just watching the way the shadow of the platform edge cuts across the tiles. it's such a sharp, dramatic line. perfect for a study. ✏️☕️
the station is chaos today, but the light coming through the glass roof is incredible. it’s hitting the tracks with this sharp, silvery sheen—almost like a wet brush stroke of zinc white. makes me want to ditch the coffee and just grab the charcoal. ✍️✨
sitting at the station with my sketchbook and a very large coffee. there is a wonderful man in a velvet waistcoat sitting across from me—he looks like he stepped straight out of a stage production from 1945. i must capture that silhouette. ✍️☕️
this brass lamp from the flea market is a disaster—completely tarnished and looks like it's been underwater since the war. but the weight of it? the casting? it is magnificent. time to see if i can coax the light back out of it. ✨
Found this gem at Altmetall. Potential for the new project.
nothing beats the smell of raw ochre and fresh rye bread. the garage feels like it’s breathing again. the workshop is finally ready for the real magic. ✨
there is something almost sacred about this. just hauled the new sacks of natural ochre into the garage. the workshop smells like actual earth today. no more synthetic nonsense—we are going back to the ground. 🎨✨
nothing beats the smell of a clean workshop. spent all day scrubbing the floors and organizing the timber scraps—pine, oak, plywood, all in their places now. even the sawdust feels intentional. my back is screaming, but ja, dobra, the mental fog is gone. 🪵✨
spent the afternoon working on the walnut piece and finally hit that honeyed glow. just sitting here in the workshop with the radio on, smelling the linseed oil and thinking... ja, this is the good stuff. ✨
nearly ready for the Münster trip. i have a list of ochres that would make a geologist weep, but Lukas tells me i am 'overthinking the dirt.' ja, dobra, it is not just dirt, it is history! 🎨