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Mastering Your Circumstances

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Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell

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A couple of weeks ago I noticed there was Cloud Atlas on TV and I refused to watch it. I have this strange relationship with films. I can’t explain it but if I read the book I don’t want to watch the film. Not to mention that Cloud Atlas was one hell of a book. At first I thought it was similar to Ghostwritten, but I soon discovered it wasn’t. There are six stories entertwining with each other, or better still, being enveloped in each other. We start reading the first one, than in the middle of it the second one starts, than again in the middle of it the third one starts and so on till we reach the sixth one which we read without interruption. Than all the second parts follow each other untill the book ends with the second part of the first story. This may sound confusing, but … well, I don’t have any better idea how to describe this book. The stories reference each other and each seems to be / is part of the previous one. Zachary listens but doesn’t understand Sonmi’s interview, Son…

Akvareli, Tisa in Grossman

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Vsako leto se zgodi isto. Vedno znova ugotavljam, da je dopust nekaj, kar hkrati je in ni. Na dopustu se odklopim od resničnega sveta. Ko sem drugje, Ljubljane in vsega kar sodi v normalen vsakdan ni. To niti ni tako tragično, če ne bi tudi v nasprotni smeri delovalo nekaj podobnega. Ko se vrnem z dopusta, se mi zdi, da sem si ga izmislila in se v resnici ni zgodil. 

Letošnja Tiska akademija akvarela je bila fenomenalna. Atelje s stekleno fronto, ki gleda na Tiso, me je spomnil knjige Lajosa Zilahyja, ki sem jo brala pred davnimi leti in bi jo morda prebrala še enkrat. Da vidim, če je še ista (saj vem, da ni). S kolonije sem se vrnila s polno glavo novih idej, ki jih obračam in prestavljam iz votlega v prazno. S S-jem sva imela zanimivo debato o papirju. Pred časom mi je dal blok Hahnemühle papirja za akvarel, ki ga ne mara. Nisem ga še preizkusila, vendar živim v prepričanju, da mora človek obvladati različne papirje, da ga sprememba v kakovosti ne bi preveč presenetila. Nekaj podobne…

In the Moonlight

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In the moonlight,
The colour and scent of wisteria
Seems far away.Yosa Buson

In the Twillight Rain

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In the twillight rain
these briliant - hued hibiscus -
a lovely sunset.Matsuo Basho

A Lightning Flash

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A lightning flash -
Between the forest trees
I have seen water.Masaoka Shiki

Summer Grasses

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Summer grasses -
all that remains
of the warrior's dreams.Matsuo Basho

Autumn Moonlight

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Autumn moonlight -
a worm digs silently
into the chestnut.Matsuo Basho

Hard-boiled Wonderland and the End of the World by Haruki Murakami

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Kandinski ali pogled skozi okno

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V času (kako fin, nedefiniran pojem), ko sem pisala miagistrsko nalogo, sem skozi okno pisarne, ki gleda na Nebotičnik, velikokrat videla Vasilija Kandinskega. No, ne ravno njega, bil pa je to gospod, ki mu je neverjetno podoben. Vsake toliko je prišel mimo Nebotičnika s svetlolaso gospo pod roko, ki pa ni nikakor podobna Nini Nikolajevni. Pojavljal se je približno takrat, ko se mi je pisanje ustavilo ali ko sem dobila kakšno noro idejo. Vraževerni bi temu rekli vzpodbuda ali potrditev. Meni se zdi samo zanimivo. Recimo, da sem ravno razmišljala o interpretaciji poliptiha, ko se je Vasilij počasi sprehodil mimo, za seboj pa je vlekel črn kovček, kot tisti, ki so nam jih nekoč dovolili nositi na letalo kot osebno prtljago. Ne vem kaj sedaj dovolijo, če sploh kaj. Drugič je z enakim tempom sprehoda nosil aktovko. Potem sem nalogo napisala in se nekaj časa ni pojavil. No, morda pa samo nisem ob pravem času pogledala skozi okno. Prejšnji teden sem se spet ozrla skozi okno. Vasilij se je p…

The Discovery of Slowness by Sten Nadolny

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The Discovery of Slowness in a biographical novel about a British naval officer Sir John Franklin and through his life, a reflection on slowness. John Franklin is probably the most famous for his last voyage into the Arctic, when his ships, the Erebus and the Terror, as well as the entire crew, were lost. At the beginning of the book we learn about young John being very slow. He isn't able to play ball with other children, because the ball is too fast and he can't catch it. Instead he holds the rope. He can do it well. He's able to stand in one place for quite a long time. Even though his piers tease and bully him because of his slowness, he refuses to conform to their ways. Instead he studies hard, reads a lot and thinks. He even starts formulating possible answers in his head, he collects useful phrases, which he writes down in a notebook, and he keeps asking people to repeat their questions. In the end he manages to turn his weakness into an advantage.
What Franklin wan…

Lucifer, akvarel, severni pol in hotel Metropol

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Baje, da prihaja Lucifer. Tako pravijo italijanski vremenoslovci. Tudi moj ponudnik za vreme trdi, da bo od jutri dalje cele tri dni 37 stopinj. Ni mi do tega, da bi hodila v to vročino, čeprav malo svežega zraka, ne glede na temperaturo, tudi ne škodi. Ne vem, trenutno zmaguje statičnost. Dopust se že čuti, le da so letos v službi vsi podivjali in bi radi vse in po možnosti takoj. Kam je šla poletna ležernost tudi ne vem. 
14. avgusta grem v Novi Bečej na Tisko akademijo akvarelov. Zadnjič sem bila tam pred tremi leti, ko sem kot popoln outsider prijadrala na kolonijo, kjer se slika izključno čisti akvarel. Tokrat sem pripravljena. Tudi moj akvarelni guru S bo tam. Pa še poletna panonska vročina in gost cigaretni dim, ki spominja na zakotne kafane iz sedemdesetih let. Tako pravijo tisti, ki se jih spominjajo. S že vseskozi trdi, da sem najebala. Bolj ko se približuje 14. avgust, bolj se mi zdi, da ima prav. 
Delam si utvare, da se bo Lucifer manj škodoželjno režal, če prižgem ventilato…

Damage Control

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I don't know what I've done to this piece of paper. I must have damaged the sizing somehow, although I haven't done anything differently than I normally do. So, I can either throw it away or kill the moth ... or I might do both. There's nothing to lose really, so I went at it with watercolour pencils and Artbars (water soluble wax crayons).

Too many colours make me nervous, but I knew that already.



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Nekaj se je zgodilo s tem papirjem. Čeprav se mi zdi, da nisem nič naredila drugače, mi je verjetno uspelo poškodovati vrhnjo plast veziva. Sliko lahko vržem v smeti, lahko se izživljam nad njo, lahko pa naredim oboje, bom videla. Ni kaj izgubiti, zato sem se je lotila z akvarelnimi svinčniki in Artbar vodotopnimi voščenkami. 
Preveč barv me dela živčno, vendar to ni nič novega.

A Quiet Life by Kenzaburo Oe

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A Quiet Life is a blend of fiction and memoir, written in a series of chapters which can be read as short stories. We follow Ma-chan, a young woman left at home to take care of her brothers, after her parents left for America, where her father was invited to be a writer in residence. Her father K has found himself in a "pinch", which requires his wife to accompany him. Ma-chan is suddenly left in a role of a head of the household and what we are reading is her "house journal", which she has promised her mother she would keep. Even though Ma-chan is the narrator, the novel revolves around Eeyore, her mentally handicapped older brother with a great musical talent. O-chan, her younger brother studies for university entrance exams and I perceived him as a side character stepping in when it’s necessary.
The novel isn’t especially plot driven, I found it a rather peaceful read. I liked Ma-chan , her honesty and sense of observation while she is trying to come to terms wit…