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Poirot and Me by David Suchet

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I was twelve when I read my first Agatha Christie. It was The Murder on the Nile and I couldn't pronounce Poirot's name properly. I remember I liked the part of the story where he was questioning the suspects the most. Later I liked to watch films with Peter Ustinov as Poirot. He was OK and I somehow found him funny. But when David Suchet entered the scene I suddenly discovered that for me no other Poirot was really the Poirot, no matter how good actors they were. David Suchet is exactly how Agatha Christie describes Poirot in her books. When I stumbled upon a book Mr. Suchet wrote about being Hercule Poirot, I naturally had to read it. What I expected from the book was that I would read about how it was for David Suchet to play Poirot and it is exactly what I got. He writes a lot about individual stories they filmed, from the first: The Adventures of a Clapham Cook to the last: The Curtain. I liked these descriptions as I saw almost all of them, apart from

Beyond, Where Anything is Possible

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There was always something alluring in the Beyond, something infinite, full of possibilities. Something we cannot see but can only imagine or not even that ... only sense that it exists, only feel it or even less, only want to feel it. I liked to watch the sea, the line between water and sky, the non-existent border between the two, promising infinity, echoing countless possibilities, something that hasn't happened, but can or at the same time, it cannot. Flat landscapes give me practically the same feeling. Like the one in a painting An Extensive Landscape with a Road by a Ruin by Philips Koninck. Anything can happen over there, beyond, where anything is possible. It may be similar to the void, the great emptiness. Anything is possible in that vastness. T emporally speaking it is just a moment, a point in the process of creation, a point just before we start creating and when anything is possible.  We know what is or what could be beyond the horizon in that painting. Ther

In Your Eyes Seassons Greetings

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I once said that I wouldn't be making calligraphic season's greeting cards. I tried once but I didn't like it, neither the end result nor the process of making them, so I decided to leave card making to the people who feel fulfilled by it. When M suggested we make our own greeting cards I almost started to object but decided to hear him out. He said I didn't have to make them, we could have prints of my paintings on the cards. Hmm, interesting. I've seen it done, but never really thought about doing it myself.  So I got to work. Do we have decent photographs? No, we most definitely don't! It worries me from time to time since I'll have to use photographs of my work in my master's thesis. It isn't easy to take pictures of varnished paintings and we haven't mastered that yet. Then I remembered what my teacher once said: just take a photo from the side and correct it in Photoshop. I didn't have Photoshop back then, so I didn't give it

Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

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The first time I read Alice in Wonderland was in school when I was ten. I don't remember what I thought about it. I must have liked it and read it as a little girl's adventure. Alice falls down the rabbit hole and all sort of strange things happen to her. That was basically it. This December I decided to visit an English book club in my local library. The book that we were supposed to read was Alice in Wonderland. I'm not a big fan of children's literature and it was interesting to find out how I felt about reading Alice after more than thirty years. It turned out I liked it. At the time I was reading it I stumbled upon an article discussing Alice in Wonderland and its 150th anniversary. The article said that it was children's and adults' book. But I already knew that. It's full of undertones that couldn't have been meant for children. For example, there's a parody of judicial system, how easy it is to condemn a person, when someone shouts:

New Year's Welcoming Exhibition

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This year's autumn was exhibition crazy. The magic of this craziness lies in the fact that I wasn't expecting all those exhibitions. I planned the big one, currently in Velenje, but I had no idea there would be so many college exhibitions, including the last one. We usually have a New Year's Welcoming party when students and teachers get together to celebrate the end of the year and welcome the New Year. This year's party was a little different as it included the exhibition. Students had to choose one of their paintings to exhibit, preferably without teacher's help. It was sort of self-evaluating exercise. The result was a huge amount of paintings, drawing and installation pieces, exhibited all over the school. What surprised me most were all the people who came: teachers, students, their parents, friends, partners, small children running around ... There were home-made chocolates and mulled wine smelling of cinnamon. Or perhaps I just imagined cinnamon ... No I

The Resurrectionist

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The first Bradley's novel I read was Wrack and I really loved his writing. When I came across The Resurrectionist I didn't know what it was about, and to tell the truth, I didn't really care. I still remembered how much I liked Wrack. The novel opens with bodies being brought to the anatomy lecture and how they are cleaned and prepared for dissection. " In their sacs they ride as in their mother's womb, knee to chest, head pressed down, as if to die is merely to return to the flesh from which we were born, and this a second conception." Later I looked up the title. I wasn't exactly sure I understood what or who a resurrectionist is. According to the Wikipedia, a resurrectionist is a person who practises body snatching. Bodies are then sold for dissection or anatomy lessons in medical schools. This novel is not what I expected. Bradley's prose is still there and I still like it but I found his almost poetic writing at times being at odds

In Your Eyes 3D - WIP

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I had some cubes left over from a last year's project. I wanted to have different sizes of them but then decided against it. I ended up with seven cubes, hanging from the ceiling, with something looking like mediaeval manuscripts written all over them ( link ). This time I decided to do a three-dymensional polyptych in same colours I used on the two-dymentional one entitled In Your eyes, which is currently exhibited in Velenje. This is no joke, it's getting more complicated, each time I turn the cubes to continue the image. So why am I doing it? No one knows really. A little voice inside of my head sounds dangerously like JFK saying: "Not because it's easy but because it's hard!" The older I get, the more I like a good challenge. Od lanskega projekta za diplomsko nalogo je ostalo sedem kock s stranico 15 cm. Takrat sem razmišljala, da bi jih bilo štirinajst, sedem s stranico 10 cm in sedem večjih. Na koncu sem se odločila samo za manjše. Gre