Źivot je more. 🌊 Life is the sea. 🌊

Ovih dana mi se nekako najviše nameće tema mora. Frojd bi rekao- potreba za slobodom. Ja bih rekla za širinom. Ne znam kako vi ali ja jednostavno ne funkcionišem ako moram previše da se prilagodjavam.Veza dvoje ljudi treba da bude kao dva drveta. Stoje jedan pored drugog ali ne prave senke jedno drugom.U vezi ili braku možemo ispravno funkcionisati samo i SAMO ako smo svoji. Brak je jedna velika diplomatija. 😌😍Ali ništa, apsolutno ništa nije vredno vaše slobode ako sve imate a nju izgubite.
Ok, kao što sam već pomenula, more, more je i današnja tema mog akvarela.

These days, somehow, the theme of the sea comes to mind the most. Freud would say - the need for freedom. I would say the width. I don't know about you, but I just don't function if I have to adapt too much. A relationship between two people should be like two trees. They stand next to each other, but they do not cast shadows on each other. In a relationship or marriage, we can function correctly only and ONLY if we are ourselves. Marriage is one big diplomacy. 😌😍But nothing, absolutely nothing is worth your freedom if you have everything and lose it.
Ok, as I already mentioned, the sea, the sea is also today's theme of my watercolor.

Kao i u životu. Što si opušteniji, bolje ti ide, tako je i sa slikom. Kada nisam koncentrisana na uspešnist slike- uvek dobro ispadne. Kada ste u grču. . . Naravno NE. Pritisak, grč, stegnutost, osecaj nelagode, znači da se udaljavamo od sebe.

As in life. The more relaxed you are, the better you do, and so it is with the image. When I'm not concentrating on a successful picture - it always turns out well. When you're in a spasm. . . Of course NOT. Pressure, spasm, tightness, feeling of discomfort, means that we are moving away from ourselves.

Uźivala sam u spontanom razlivanju boja. U nekim momentima mi se učinilo kao da gledam kosmos kroz mikroskop. Neobična ulivanja boja, širenje źilica pigmenata, tragovi sušenja, extra!
Naravno, treba nam fokus! Da, potreban mi je neki čamac, neki brodić. . .

I enjoyed the spontaneous spilling of colors. At some moments it seemed to me as if I was looking at the cosmos through a microscope. Unusual color infusions, spreading of pigment veins, traces of drying, extra!
Of course, we need focus! Yes, I need a boat, a boat. . .

Da, taj čamac sam ja. Širim jedra i koristim dobar vetar u ledja. Plovim. Niko ne može da me zaustavi. . .

Yes, that boat is me. I spread the sails and use a good wind at the back. I'm sailing. No one can stop me. . .

Pozdrav od Anke vragolanke.

Greetings from Anka vregolana!