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Prikaz objav, dodanih na januar, 2018

How Far Can I Go?

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Last year I started to experiment with a single subject and a limited palette. I wanted to see how far I can go. How many paintings I can paint before my imagination runs out or I get fed up. So far I keep painting. Although the task is repetitive, since I keep drawing the same knot of letters and using the same orange and blue colours, there's something different in each painting. People I show them to seem to be a bit confused. Not by what they are seeing, I think they got used to it by now, but by the seemingly obscure reason behind it. Why would I want to paint the same thing over and over again? It's similar to mountain climbing. Why do people climb the same rocks? Because they aren't the same. * Lansko leto sem razmišljala o tem kako daleč lahko grem z istim motivom. Ne podobnim, ampak točno tem. Narisala sem ga na navaden papir, ki sem ga na hrbtni strani pobarvala z grafitnim svinčnikom, sedaj pa ga prenašam na akvarelni papir. Vedno enako, z istimi

What’s in a Name 2018

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Last year I failed to complete What’s in a Name book challenge. Well, it's not completely true. I read all the books I intended to read, I just failed to review them all. Let's see what happens this year. More about What’s in a Name 2018 can he found at The Worm Hole blog. The books I'm going to read this year are: The word ‘the’ used twice - The Naming of the Dead by Ian Rankin A fruit or vegetable - Sexing the Cherry by Jeanette Winterson A shape - The Square Persimmon and Other Stories by Takashi Atoda   A title that begins with Z - can be after ‘The’ or ‘A’ - Zgodovina čebel (a Slovene translation of The History of Bees) by Maja Lunde A nationality - An Antarctic Mistery by Jules Verne A season - The Winter Frost by R.D. Wingfield

Zima, zima, mraz

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Res ne vem kam je izginil december. Gledano nazaj, kot da sploh ne bi obstajal. Z M-jem sva bila na izletu v Budimpešti, zelo kmalu sva okrasila smrekico, naročila sem revijo The Art of Watercolour, ta mesec pa odjavila članstvo iz kaligrafskega društva. Starejši nečak je imel rojstni dan, tako da sem prišla do svoje doze kitajske hrane, dame s Pedagoške pa smo imele 25. obletnico mature. Prvič sem šla na sestanek angleškega knjižnega kluba, kjer sem javno priznala, da nisem prebrala knjige, ker mi ni bila všeč. To se v preteklosti ni zgodilo, vedno sem jo prebrala, pa čeprav na silo. Verjetno (gotovo) se je zgodilo še kaj pa se ta trenutek ne spomnim.   Ne maram novoletnih zaobljub. Ni posebnega razloga za antipatijo, razen tega, da se jih do sedaj nikoli nisem držala.  Zato je bolje, da morebitnih želja sploh ne omenjam, saj bi pod napačno nalepko zaobljub gotovo ostale neizpolnjene.  Z grozo v srcu ugotavljam, da mi letos nenormalno paše mraz. Verjetno zato, ker ga ni. Z