Modra elegija (plava tinta na papiru) / Blue elegy (blue ink on paper)

This painting is inspired by a poem Blue Elegy. This poem was written by Nikola Milićević (1922- 1999), Croatian poet, translator, journalist and university professor. The medium is blue ink on paper. I painted this one a long time ago, I'm not even sure do I still have this painting. Yesterday, while I was reading An Anthology Of Croatian Poetry in the library, I came across Nikola Milićević. I always loved this poet. Almost as much as I love Vesna Parun. Almost. However, I prefer no one to Vesna. Hers is the poetry that I read most often.

I'm in Split and the moment, so it is no wonder that blue is the chosen colour of my thoughts. I almost forgot how beautiful this city is in Autumn. The sea with its magnificent palette of colours: silver, green, brown, yellow and all imaginative shades of blue. The sound that heavy boat ropes make  as they struggle to keep the boats in balance between the sea and the port. A Russian blue (cat) stirs with its paw the water of a puddle in front of the city cathedral. Seagulls are resting on the sand of Bacvice beach. A grebe dives in front of a catamaran. Not far away from here, there is another city, one in which the poet Nikola Milićević was born in. A city in which a magnificent canon leads river Cetina to the sea. Omis city. But about that city some other time.

Ova slika je nadahnuta s pjesmom Modra elegija Nikole Milićevića (1922.-1999.), hrvatskoga pjesnika, predvoditelja, novinara i sveučilišnoga profesora. Medij je plava tinta na papiru. Naslikala sam je davno, zapravo nisam ni sigurna je li ju još uvijek imam. Jučer dok sam čitala Antologiju hrvatske poezije, naišla sam na Nikolu Milićevića. Uvijek mi je bio drag ovaj pjesnik. Gotovo kao i Vesna Parun. Gotovo. No ipak nitko mi nije draži od Vesne. Njenu poeziju najčešće čitam.

U Splitu sam trenutno, tako da nije čudno što je plava odabrana boja mojih misli. Gotovo sam zaboravila koliko je lijep ovaj grad u jesen. More i njegova veličanstvena paleta boja: srebrna, zelena, smeđa, žuta i sve zamislive nijanse plave. Zvuk koji pravi teška užad brodova  dok pokušava zadržati brodove u ravnoteži između mora i luke. Ruska mačka šapom uzburkava vodu u lokvi ispred gradske katedrale. Galebovi se odmaraju na pijesku Bačvica. Gnjurac zaranja ispred katamarana. Nedaleko odavde je drugi grad. Grad u kojem se rodio Nikola Milićević. Grad u kojem veličanstveni kanjon vodi rijeku Cetinu moru. Grad Omiš. No, o tome gradu neki drugi put.