#vivienne gucwa
when the world is as magical as it is on the backs of eyelids
Hi! I am posting a snow photo a day in December and January (obviously all from my 7 year snow project in nyc and not recent) since it was requested and since I think we can all use an escape into a snowy pre-pandemic world. My work is available in IKEA (one print linked in bio), on Fine Art America, Society6, Redbubble, and on my main collection site. My 2 books: New York in the Snow and NY Through the Lens are available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, the Strand and probably other places online.
Thanks for all the interest and hope all of you are coping with the end of what has been the hardest year for many. Love, V
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big news!! : my art is now being sold at IKEA worldwide
you can find it here:
Vivienne Gucwa at IKEA
what a wild ride this year has been! (truly)
fun fact: this is one the earliest nyc skyline photos I took back when I started in 2011 when all I knew was that I wanted to share how the city made me feel
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Goodbye Bushwick.
This is my room that I am leaving in a few weeks. When I moved here at the beginning of 2019 I was freshly out of a very off and on (toxic for both of us) long term relationship. A month later the first person I ever loved died. And then a sibling who hadn’t talked to me since I was 18 when I was disowned by my family (they are in a cult which I left) surfaced briefly only to heartbreakingly ghost me.
This is where I spent every night after work sitting in the dark in silence crying for a few months because I felt like I was floating in space, alone, when nothing made sense because everything was pain.
But this was also where I gradually found myself and where I illuminated the room with light, art, and dance as the year progressed.
And this was where I fell in love at the beginning of 2020 when I would spend nights listening to Philip Glass Etude no. 2 over and over again at my desk in bliss after our long distance never-ending conversations.
And this was where I dealt with having Covid alone during 12 days of fever and terror.
And this is where I recovered from Covid and started working out and dancing 4 days a week to to celebrate life.
And this is where I played piano again for the first time in 15 years and felt like a huge piece of my soul was resurrected.
This was my nothingness and my everything for a time. And I leave stronger, happier, transformed.
Maybe it really was actually a cocoon.
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