Šešir (modna ilustracija)/ A hat (fashion illustration)

Purple hat

purple/ pink maxi dress

“Perhaps we are in this world to search for love, find it and lose it, again and again. With each love, we are born anew, and with each love that ends we collect a new wound. I am covered with proud scars.”  Isabel Allende

" Možda smo u ovom svijeti da bi tražili ljubav, pronašli je i  izgubili je, iznova i iznova. S svakom ljubavi, ponovno se rađamo i s svakom ljubavlju koja završi dobijemo novu ranu. Ja sam puna ponosnih ožiljaka." - Isabel Allende

I've started this post with the words of an author that is very close to my heart. This illustration is not my attempt to draw Isabel but since her words as well as the characters in her novels (among which there are many fascinating and  surreal women) have got stuck in my head it would come as no surprise to me it if some of them got tangled in the nets of my imagination. In fact, all of the South American writers that I have had the chance to read have something magical and attractive in their writing and by that I don't mean just the genre definition that goes under the name of magical realism. How unusual it seemed to read a pope's interview in which he mentioned his friendship with Borges. Borges seemed to me ( and I must have gathered this impression from his writing for I never attempt to investigate the writers I read ...especially not in the way that is sadly present even in scientific circles and that is more appropriate for yellow pages) to be a rather closed and intellectual person but hey...artists are people as well.

 Današnji post započinjem citatom meni jako drage autorice. Ilustracija nije  moj pokušaj da  nacrtam Isabel, ali pošto su mi  njene riječi ostale u glavi kao i likovi iz njenih knjiga, a u njenim romanima pronaći ćete brojne upečatljive i poneke nadrealne žene, ne bi bilo ništa čudno kad mi  se neka od njih upetljala u mreže moje mašte. Zapravo mi svi južnoamerički pisci koje sam čitala imaju nešto magično i privlačno u svome pisanju i pri tome ne mislim samo na stilsku odrednicu magičnog realizma. Kako mi se neobičnim učinilo pročitati jučer papin intervju u kojem spominje kako je bio prijatelj sa Borgesom. Borges mi se valjda iz njegova pisanja (jer privatni život pisaca ne istražujem, pogotovo ne na tračerski način kako se nalažost često radi čak i u takozvanim znanstvenim krugovima) čini nekako zatvorenom osobom, no i umjetnici su ljudi...

Writers are people as well....they too love and lose and from that human characteristic comes probably one of the treasures of the human spirit and that is literature. We are all people, but what we are besides just being people is what defines us. Someone is a human being and.. an artist, someone else a scientist or a saint...or a parent...Many people demonstrate dedication to others and work hard for the benefit of us all.
That other in us, the process of overcoming of our primal base or in other words the process of building on that foundation, building on our definition as humans, is perhaps the very meaning of life. An attempt to realize ourselves on as many levels as possible, to widen our horizons and the push the boundaries of our spirit.

Nevertheless, we are all human. That fact alone should make us feel less lonely. We all love and lose, give up and struggle on, again and again. People. Perhaps it is more of a starting point, then it is a strict definition. A word and a sort of a name that we cannot escape while we live, that connects us. It is up to us  to work on it, to expand the meaning of what we are. The mere words overcome their definitions, refuse to stay within their boundaries...dictionaries are constantly rewritten and new meanings added.. The words themselves whose purpose is to define things often refuse to be defined and grow outside their definition...so why shouldn't we, their makers?

 I pisci su ljudi... i one vole i gube i iz te ljudskosti proizlazi vjerovatno jedno od blaga ljudskog duha, a to je književnost.  Svi smo ljudi, no što smo još osim toga što smo još osim ljudi je ono što nas definira. Netko je i umjetnik...netko je i znastvenik..netko je i svetac..netko i roditelj.... mnogi su predani dobrobiti drugog i naporno rade na dobrobiti sviju danas...To drugo, nadilaženje te samo osnove od koje krećemo ili drugim riječima nadogradnja na toj bazi je možda i sam smisao života. Pokušaj da se ostvarimo na što više razina, borba da proširimo svoje obzire i pomaknemo granice svoja duha.  


No, u svakom slučaju svi smo mi ljudi. Sama ta činjenica trebala bi učiniti da se ne osjećamo osamljenim. Svi mi volimo i gubimo, predajemo i borimo se...iznova i iznova. Ljudskost. To nam je početna odrednica, možda manje definicija, koliko je to nekakva točka s koje polazimo. Riječ, naziv, neka vrsta imena kojem ne možemo izbjeći dok smo živi, koji nas povezuje. Na nama je da poradimo na ostalim stvarima, na poradimo na proširivanju onoga što jesmo. Same riječi prelaze svoje okvire i definicije....rječnici se stalno dopisuju i nova značenja dodaju. Same riječi čija je svrha definirati stvari odbijaju biti posve definirane i rastu izvan svoj granica....pa zašto ne bismo i mi, njihovi tvorci?