Wednesday, 30 January 2013

Virginia Woolf

I have been staring at this dreamy picture for a long time and thought I could add a personal touch.
You can read  all about the original and even buy a print here.  
This is again a recycled post from our blog which is now dedicated to angling; anyway two years down the line, VW is still my favorite writer. I do try to broaden my horizon occasionally, I have recently discovered John Fowles and devoured his book The French Lieutenant's Women in few days.

Here are a few lines from my beloved Mrs. Dalloway:
...She felt very young; at the same time unspeakably aged. She sliced like a knife through everything; at the same time was outside, looking on. She had a perpetual sense, as she watched the taxi cabs, of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that is was very, very dangerous to live even one day...

Saturday, 5 January 2013

I Wish I Was

The last part of my dear personal project was hiding in my drawer, so to speak, and waiting to see the light of day for quite some time. I can be terribly  protective and shy about some of the things that I do.

Anyway, I like to combine the handmade feel of traditional techniques like painting, drawing and collage with the flexibility of Photoshop. The text is quite flat but in combination with the image the whole thing becomes alive and hopefully not to sentimental. Writing in English has its advantages, besides the obvious one that you can reach more people.  My  limited vocabulary prevents me from trying to hard, to sound pretentious which I probably would and on the other hand it allows me to express thoughts and emotions that I would not in my native language. When speaking or writing in another language you almost become a different person which is liberating an adds a new enriching dimension to your life. To possess another language is to possess another soul, said someone famous.  Here and here are the other two parts of this  little project made in different media.

 'May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness'  Neil Gaiman