Mark Pol
2 min readMay 26, 2023
Silence of a lake

Surrounded by silence. The wonderful stillness of things. Silence in my studio. Silence in my little apartment. Silence in the world.

Silence enhances solitude. The silence of the mind gives peace and contemplation. Silence is when nothing gets through to you. Even the murmur of the wind falls silent. When the voices of reason cease to come through and the ferocity of the world drowns out reason. I allow silence into my consciousness.

The beauty of silence in which the mind takes shape. Silence is like swimming with dry hair.

When the silence has descended into my studio, the creativity runs wild with me. Shapes and colors swirl together. It is two o’clock p.m. The night holds the silence in its grip. Sounds of the city are hushed in nocturnal dreams. I am sitting in a dark studio. The restlessness in me cuts off the silence. Out of bed in my chair, I challenge the silence.

In the still light, the canvas is a shadowy imagination of creativity. For a moment I sink into the silence of my life. The eye through which we perceive the world is often unreliable. We imagine things according to the shape of our minds. Sometimes silence can help break the monotony of life.

In my chair, I imagined that I am sitting in a large forest and trying to take in the surrounding nature.



Mark Pol

I am an artist:painter. I paint and draw. Its a kind of figurative surrealism.