Zgodovina bodočega doma 2 Future home history 2

Te stare posnetke vedno rada pogledam, saj mi dajo nov zagon,

ko vidim, kaj vse je že za nama, pa vseeno,

ob spominu na ogromne količine prahu me vedno znova zvije. :)

[posnetki so nametani brez nekega reda in so v večini iz težkega začetnega, še razdiralnega obdobja]

I always love going through these old pictures to get some new motivation,

when I see what is already behind us, however,

remembering those huge amounts of dust I always get sick. :)

[pictures are put together without an order and are mostly from that hard beginning-period,
when there was a destructivism still dominating over the construction]

Po kruh To get some bread

[... ali kako lahko drobne zadevice polepšajo siv, mrzel in dolgočasen dan.]

[... or how can tiny little things brighten up a grey, cold and boring day.]

Začenjajo se dnevi... Here come the days...

… ko že paše kakšna vroča župca, na primer česnova s popečenimi kruhki.

… when it feels so good if you have some hot soup, like garlic one with toasted bread.

Kako naj človek ostane resen! How can anyone stay serious!

Stara mačkonarka, prav tista brez uradnega imena in uhlja, je včerajšnje sončne žarke izkoristila še za zadnje letošnje poležavanje zunaj, mene pa je danes pri poigravanju s koruznimi vzorci zalotil en navihan smrček.

Takole se Zoja včasih prikrade, ko slikam ali sedim za računalnikom, in ker ve, da v te prostore nima vstopa, odrine sicer (ravno v ta namen) nezakljukana vrata le toliko, da pomoli noter svoj zvedavi nos in me kaj-pa-vem-koliko-časa opazuje.
Verjetno ne prav dolgo, glede na to, kakšen hiperaktivec je. Ko ima dovolj, nezadovoljno zagodrnja, tako kot danes, in potem vedno prasnem v smeh, ne morem si pomagat! :)

Kakorkoli, tokrat sem bila končno dovolj prisebna, da sem pograbila foto, a ker ji gre poziranje dokaj na živce, je vztrajno gledala v neko točko na steni, dokler ni minilo.

The old cat, yes, the one without an official name and without an ear, took advantage of the season’s last warm days for lying outside yesterday and I was interrupted by this cute nose today, while I was playing with corn patterns.

This is how Zoja sometimes sneaks when I’m painting something or sitting at the computer and because she knows perfectly well that she has no access into this room, she pushes (just for that purpose) unhooked door only that much that she can squeeze in-between her cute nose and observes me for I-don’t-know-how-much-time.
Probably not for a very long time, considering her hyperactivity. And when she’s tired of waiting, she mumbles in a most disgruntled way, like she did today and than I always burst into laughter, I just can’t help myself! :)

Anyway, this time I finally remember to grab my camera, but as she hates these things in front of her face, she was persistently looking into one particular point in the wall until it was over.

Zgodovina bodočega doma 1 Future home history 1

Pogosto me sprašujete, kako napreduje gradnja, pa se ponavljam in vas dolgočasim s kruto resnico: počasi, a vztrajno!
Zato začenjam s serijo dokazov najinega dela preteklih let, da boste lažje dočakali zaključek. :)

[posnetki so nametani brez nekega reda in so v večini iz težkega začetnega, še razdiralnega obdobja]

Današnji sklop otvarja prelep jesenski pogled iz sobe, kjer bom imela svoj atelje.

I get a lot of questions about the progress of our future home, but I’m repeating myself and boring you with the cruel truth: slowly, but persistently!
That’s why I’m beginning with series of proofs of our past years' work, so that you’ll await the end a bit easier. :)

[pictures are put together without an order and are mostly from that hard beginning-period, when there was a destructivism still dominating over the construction]

I’m starting today’s set with a magnificent autumn view from my future atelje.

Solzne, a srečne oči Teary, yet happy eyes

Namesto kopalk vzameš kapo, šal, rokavice in jakno

in se nastaviš mrzli burji, da s solznimi, a srečnimi očmi

vdihavaš morski zrak in opazuješ frfotajoče lase

in komaj ujameš poplesavajoče oljke v objektiv…

You take a jacket, gloves, scarf and a hat instead of your swim suit

and you enjoy the healing burja wind that causes teary, yet happy eyes,

breathe the sea air and watch hair flying around

and you hardly catch those dancing olive trees into your photo-camera…

Precej žalostno, če mene vprašate Pretty sad, if you ask me

A ni zanimivo, da nikoli ne slišimo poziva katerega od naših (niti evropskih) politikov finančnim mogotcem, naj dajo delavcem NJIHOV pošteno (in težko) prisluženi denar, medtem ko so jih vseskozi polna usta navodil, kako je treba zdaj, v krizi, nujno pomagati z (našim) denarjem bankam in podobnim ustanovam, ki že tako ali tako nesramno bogatijo na naš račun, torej tem istim, ki so zaradi pohlepa in pokvarjenosti tudi glavni razlog za nastalo situacijo.

Neverjetno je, da se to dogaja tudi pri nas, ki smo se temu enkrat že uprli. Nič se nismo naučili. Ali pa hitro pozabljamo.

Ali je bil prejšnji sistem res slabši od tega? Vprašanje je zgolj retorično, dovolj zgovorno je namreč že to, da imamo trenutno za idealni sistem tistega, ki kot največjo vrednoto smatra kapital in je koneckoncev po njem dobil tudi ime. Precej žalostno, če mene vprašate.

[da vam ne bi pokvarila vikenda, dodajam vsaj nekaj dobre glasbe]

Isn’t it interesting that we never hear a word from our politicians (nor wider in EU) that financial magnates should pay workers THEIR fair (and hard) earned money, but we often hear them whining how it is necessary to give money to banks and other similar institutions to help them out of this crisis, that is, to support the same people who are the main reason for the situation because of their greed and corruption and who have been already enriching themselves at our expense so far.

It’s unbelievable that this is happening also here, in my country, because didn’t we resist to all this once before? Haven’t we learned anything or we just forget so quickly?

Was the previous system really worse than this? It’s just a rhetorical question, namely, only the fact, that we consider as an ideal system right now the one that has a capital for its main value and it is even named after it, it says it all. Pretty sad, if you ask me.

[for not destroying your weekend I'm adding at least some good music]

Morski spominki Sea treasures

S Krka sem prinesla nekaj kamenčkov in za začetek na enega od njih naslikala

glagoljaško črko B, kot spomin na prekrasno baščansko plažo,

in spet sem bila vesela, da imam Kathyjino vrečko,

tokrat za šopek rožmarina, ki sem ga nabrala na poti domov

in ki še zdaj omamno diši! :)

I brought some pebbles from Krk and for beginning I painted

a glagolitic letter B on one of them as a memory of the beautiful beach of Baška town

and once more I was happy to have Kathy’s bag,

because I used it to carry a bouquet of rosemary that I picked

on our way home. It still smells so nice! :)

To in to in rezultati This and this and the results

Ob čudovitih pogledih, ki nam jih nudi jesen, se spominjam pred kratkim končanega poletja

in kaj vse je šlo mimo mene. To in to na primer.

Ker sem zadnje čase večkrat pisala o balonarskem državnem prvenstvu, naj zdaj, po koncu,

napišem še to, da je državni prvak postal pilot kluba Letimo. Bravo, Vojc! :)

Autumn is starting to show us its gorgeous colours, but I want to show you the city I live in –

- the cutest city in the world at any time of year. This and this are from the past summer in Ljubljana.

I’ve been writing much about balloon championship lately, so now, when it’s over,

I’d like to tell you that the national champion became Letimo club pilot. Bravo, Vojc! :)

Norčava jesen... Amusing autumn...

… na mojem koncu mesta.

… in my part of the city.