Adrian Lucas Witaszczyk
Adrian Lucas Witaszczyk - Polish film and theatre music composer. Also a multi-instrumentalist, songwriter, arranger and record producer.
From early childhood he was interested in art. In particular, the theater, which over the years became his pass to the world of fantasy, image and sound. He grew up with music. Her devoted the most attention and time. He absorbed it, learning the tongue and principles ruling in her world. This world fascinated him and possessed wholly. He felt drawn to many instruments. His musical journey started with the guitar, after her he found the cello in order in the end to abandon oneself to one's greatest musical love - for grand piano. Then a learning filled his time up. Exercises of the technique, exploring the theory...
They appeared first composition and the first musical teams, in which however devoting and passion were missing. Teams, in which the music wasn't most important...
The first small success earned him the stage adaptation of the Hans Christian Andersen fairy tale: "The snow Queen ". it is a score written for the purposes of the independent, Łódź theatre "Flowers" that was his first score made available publicly, winning the sympathy of listeners for oneself.
To needs of the Warsaw theatre "Consistent" a music is arising to the upsetting performance based on the works of the Polish national poet and the winner of the Nobel Prize of Ms Wisławy Szymborskiej. Impressions for the art "living while you wait" are enrapturing with the wealth of emotions and the beauty of the melody. Works such as: "light blue impression", "nameless love", "and now please fall to sleep", whether the "keepsake" are portraying superbly both the workshop and the sensitivity of Adrian.
From 2011, his music can be heard in the galleries and museums in Poland.
The song "Icarus - the road home" was promoted by the Belgian portal "Emigrant", where enjoyed the success and the sympathy of listeners.
Year 2013 began with writing music to series of exhibitions titled "every Fog" of the Cracow artist Ms Beata Anna Symołon, where invited guests was enchanted with Adrian's piano landscapes spiced up with the note of violin melancholy,
Currently Adrian is working on a series of film miniatures "Diary of the forgotten man ", and the musical illustration of images showing the way of the cross titled "If you were ...".
He wrote the music to series of exhibitions and debating panel discussions commemorating the nightmare of the Second World War with the participation of still living representatives persecuted of Jewish and Polish population ("we remember"). During the meeting he presented live: "Broken Mirror", "Icarus - the way home", "the last station Birkenau", "Black dawn" and the "Judgment"-works created in the course of a visit to Auschwitz-Birkenau Museum, as well as during the lonely walk along the ruins of the Warsaw Ghetto.
He plays in many cities of Poland including: Wrocław, Katowice, Cracow, Poznań, Bełchatów, Piotrków Trybunalski and Łańcut.
Adrian about oneself: "the Music and silence... Two worlds distant from oneself... So far and closely at the same time... "
" I was born on September the seventeenth in the little city named Radomsko. One of the first and still not worn off the memories of my childhood is music. She moulded me and possessed. She conferred the identity on me. He stands by me since I remember and God willing so that she stays by me until the end... Silence... everything is born in it and everything is ending with her... in silence love appears and dreams arise, sometimes the ones too deep, unrealistic... Also a music appears in silence and the task of the author is to put whispers on paper for her... To tell with her voice history that stays in the heart of the second man. A music is a story about solitude. About the greatest joy and the deepest sadness. About world and the people in this world involved. The Good and bad. Brash and dumb... Sensitive and of the ones hugging stones... It is a kind of the mental film which is being eaten away along with our life, in the melody which is gifted to change the bathed film our frame of mind, temperature of the flat, until at last, noticing world.. To touch harm and rays of sunshine... To understand, to dance, to start crying in assumptions of four own walls, when there is no nobody.... A music is enlivened images with note, colourful , being born under the curtain of eyelids. , Refined, delicate still very personal variables, so much our... Images of wanted and unwanted mentions... Painful and beautiful...
Why am I creating?
I don't know... Neither why, neither how it is actually happening... It is simply coming... Alienation? Empathy? Daydream? The intellect, talent, the deliberation, and maybe the frenzy? Writing the music is something natural... It is a not only highest, but also envious need... It is something what seems current to me from always. Music is often a weakness. Certainly for me. I consider myself to be the time by her weak. Often unfulfilled, sometimes even cheated. He is happening, that I am doubting myself, I am putting one step ahead, in order to three to put into the back... It is a theory of oneself, heavy fight against the own ego, both with weaknesses and with the overconfidence... I feel guilty when I happen to emptiness, still fills me with inspiration, Still I can hear the music. Still every day I try to write. Ambivalence. Black and white, sharp and blurry existence. ... Here is the world of someone who has devoted himself to music. If you are keeping your balance, you are on the surface... If not... You are falling down... From one side of the doubt, on the other whereas the perfectionism, feeling the organization, the awareness of the road and the purpose... Turbulent sleepless nights... Finally the beauty hidden in front of people and for people to be born ... The two worlds together in one ... In the heart of the artist... Flames birds kissing rain. When you are sitting down in front of the keyboard of the grand piano only a heart remains for you... Heart in assumptions of the frankness and silence. You must remember that she will be saying it... You must find the concertina, right words... Not too much, not screaming. Not vulgarly and not by force... It's good to forget what is known, about books, developed technology, virtuosity, pride, too deep desires and temptation to work. Well if she is unwittingly, if isn't disturbing... Only feeling... It should lead. Emotion and the hearing... Listening to the melody, and oneself... The music is one... This universal and fine maxim is accompanying me from the beginning of my musical road. I am not dividing for her, I am turning my back on no her kind, whether it is the rock, or classics I am trying to select the sound and needed melodies so that the written composition advises itself the listener this way with criticism as well as enthusiasm. I devoted the last years to exclusively an instrumental music. Approaching the theatre, the cinematography of the poetry and the painting. I am touching the lyrical and visual music. So which would be gifted to start to speak to imagination of the listener, for which they are listening when we are staying alone in assumptions to the empty house... In the stone cell of four own walls... As regards the selection of means of the musical word? a grand piano, spiced up with stringed, inflated and stringed instruments is Leading. They are creating unusual mosaic which I am trying to bewitch... Inspiration? Life, own look... Thoughts, evaluations, analysis of where we are... moments of bliss and of failures, joy, defeat and tear... the Smile, the sun and the rain..."
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Adrian Witaszczyk’s tracks