Naslikala sam jedno dvorište. Nije to bilo koje dvorište, već ono u kojem vreme staje, a senke govore jezikom tišine. Bele stepenice vode ka nečemu nevidljivom,možda kući, možda uspomeni. Na njima se lome senke drveća, razlivene preko betona, preko pukotina koje kao da pamte korake i ćutanja.
Kao paukova mreža koja posmatra vremešni beton pun sitnih pukotina.
I painted a yard. It's not just any yard, but one where time stands still and shadows speak the language of silence. The white stairs lead to something invisible, maybe home, maybe memories. The shadows of the trees break on them, spilled over the concrete, over the cracks that seem to remember footsteps and silence.
Like a spider's web watching weathered concrete full of tiny cracks.
Bujne krošnje, iako van kadra, prisutne su svojim prisustvom u svakoj sivo-plavoj nijansi. One ne bacaju samo senku, one pričaju priču mora, mediteranskog svetla i spokoja kasnog popodneva u nestajanju.
Lush treetops, although out of frame, are present with their presence in every gray-blue shade. They don't just cast a shadow, they tell the story of the sea, the Mediterranean light and the serenity of the fading late afternoon.
Ovaj prizor sam zatekla u jednoj primorskoj ulici, onoj koja spaja javno i skriveno, prolaznike i tišinu.
I found this scene in a coastal street, the one that combines public and hidden, passers-by and silence.
Boje su svedene, gotovo monohromatske, ali duboke.
The colors are reduced, almost monochromatic, but deep.
U toj tihoj paleti, otkriva se punoća života u senkama — nežno i pažljivo, kao šapat kroz listove.
In that quiet palette, the fullness of life is revealed in the shadows — gently and carefully, like a whisper through the leaves.
Ovaj akvarel je pokušaj da uhvatim ono što je prolazno i nenametljivo, svetlost koja se ne nameće, već ostavlja trag.
This watercolor is an attempt to capture what is fleeting and unobtrusive, light that does not impose itself, but leaves a trace.
Pozdrav od Anke vragolanke.
Greetings from Anka vregolana!