| Nekega dne - morda je bilo zasnezeno
zimsko jutro - sem ugotovil, da je racunalnik prekrit z debelo plastjo
zavrzenih slik. Ostanki podob, narejenih za knjizne opreme, ki so se za
osnovni namen zdele neprimerne, so mezikali s predalckov. V svetlobi
zimskega jutra (ampak v to, kot receno, nisem popolnoma preprican) in
pomesane z bledikastim sijem ekrana, so se risale preklemano zanimive
prikazni. Pobral sem jih, pomesal, dodal scepec zacimb (kot sem to
videl poceti kuharske mojstre na televiziji), jih ponovno premesal, malo
odlil (pa saj veste, kako to gre), pogrel do vrelisca in nato pustil stati,
da so se ohladile in strdile.
Kasneje sem poskusil se veckrat, ob razlicnih urah in letnih casih ...
Novejse grafike / Recent works: |
One day – it may have been a snowy winter morning – I realized that my
computer was covered with a
thick layer of rejected paintings. Remains of drawings made for book covers
which had seemed unsuitable for the main purpose were blinking in the
drawers. In the light of a winter morning (but,
as said before, I was not completely sure about this) which was mixed with a
pale shine of the monitor,
damned interesting apparitions were shaping up. I picked them up, mixed
them, added a pinch of salt
(exactly as I had seen was being done by chefs on TV), mixed them
again, then finally let them cool off and solidify.
Later I often
experimented, at different times and seasons…
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Igrisce / Playground, 2003