nedeľa 7. decembra 2014

D.Dušek


illustration by vikky.salmon

I would like to let you know:
"I have to admit I didn't read books much when I was smaller.
I could barely even force myself to read the books I received as prizes in school.
The number of read books in my life has been was minimal.

When my friends took me over to the library, I would happily choose a pile of books.
However, as my dad has also admited to me lately, we never read them.
We took them back to the librabry untouched.

A few years back, around 5 or so, I met a lady, who showed me the true essence of books.
She has showed be the nice in books, what counts, what works and requested my opinion about it too.
She has been interested in what I think.
She has taught me to take the analysis of a work of art to the deepest level, however in such a sense, that you give a part of yourself when analysing it.

Over the five years we have known one another for, short opinion exchanges turned into longlasting discussions. The topics would range from literature to life.
She showed me the way towards understanding literature, she showed me the way to the Slovak author Dušek.
And now, that we don't see each other on weekly bases anymore, Dušek brings her back in thoughts.
I remind myself of all the times we have disected his work into the smallest fragments.

But not only that. Dušek showed me the way towards literature, brought me into book shops.
And now I dream of him.

You may be asking, what does she mean?
Well, I just wanted to let you know, that I would love to illustrate his book one day.

P.S.: And maybe one day somebody will get to know me because of these words..."

xxx

Viete, čo vám poviem? 
Priznám sa, že literatúru som nemusela, keď som bola menšia, nečítala som toho veľa.
Ledva som prečítala tie formulku obsahujúce knihy, ktoré som dostala na konci školského roka.
Prečítaných kníh však nebolo veľa.

Keď ma kamarátky zobrali do knižnice, vždy som tam nejakú knihu, alebo aj pár kníh ulovila.
Avšak, tak ako sa mi aj ocino minule priznal, nikdy sme ich neprečítali. 
Vracali sa do knižnice nepohnuté, nestihnuté, nebol na ne čas.

Pred pár rokmi, asi tak piatimi, som stretla jednu dámu,ktorá ma ku knihám priviedla.
/Keby som ju nazvala paňou, pridala by som jej na veku a dodatočne ubrala na šarme/
Povedala, čo je na nich fajn, čo sa ráta a opýtala sa, čo na to poviem.
Zaujímalo ju, čo si myslím.
Naučila ma rozoberať literatúru na márne franforce.
No takým spôsobom, že človek dá do toho kúsok seba.

Za päť rokov, čo sme sa poznali, z toho vznikli siahodlhé diskusie, o literatúre i všednom živote.
Tak sme si našli cestu k sebe. A tak som si našla aj cestu k Dušekovi.
A Dušek ma k nej teraz, keď už s ňou nemám možnosť pokvákať na týždennom poriadku, vždy myšlienkami zavedie.
A spomínam na to, ako sme sa v ňom šprtali. A chýba mi, že na neho už nie sme dve.

A nielen to. Priviedol ma taktiež do kníhkupectiev a antikvariátov, oživil vo mne záujem o knihy.
Zbieram ho a priznám sa, že o ňom snívam.

Že čo?
Môcť tak ilustrovať jeho knihu, to by bolo.

P.S.: Možno ma raz niekedy niekto spozná cez tieto moje obrazy a riadky...


07*12*2014 

piatok 5. decembra 2014

Cestou k babke

postcards by vikky.salmon
high quality GIF here

Once upon a time, when we travelled from a town to another,
we focused closely on what was going on behind the window.
We stalked storks, wanting to know whether they've nested already.

We also kept out eyes on the lake. The one lake on our way.
We needed to know, whether it has frozen already.
If yes, we also needed to know whether the young aspiring hockey players managed to get going.
That was our pastime on our way to visit grandma.

Now I look at lakes from above,
hear my mums voice telling me, how much ice-skating she has done when she was young.
Other winter games were different to the way we know them today too.
Nobody cared about not having the right waterproof jackets or trousers.
It didn't matter that you were completely wet in a few moments, all that mattered was the fun.

I like sledging a lot, however I"m terified of ice-skating.
You won't therefore get me to come over for some ice-skating to a pond.
However I can depict it on postcards for you.
And I hope it is going to ignite memories.

xxx 

Keď sme cestovali z mesta do mesta,
najskôr úzkou cestou a potom širokou,
skupinovo sme sledovali, čo sa deje za šibami.
Kukali sme, či už sa tu i tam hmýria bociany, či už postavali hniezdo.

Sledovali sme, či už rybník zamrzol.
Ak áno, či sa na ňom odohrávajú najdôležitejšie extraligové zápasy v stredoslovenskom hokeji.
Cesta k babke tak vždy rýchlo prefrčala a my sme sa zabavili.

Teraz sa tak dívam na rybníky z hora, 
počujem maminin hlas a to, ako mi hovorí, koľko toho ona za mladi nakorčuľovala.
Vraj aj sánkovačka bola čosi iné čo dnes.
No a čo, že nemali otepľovačky a iné nepremokavé oblečky.
Sánkovali sa o dušu, aj keď boli po pár minútach mokrí ako myši.

Sánkovačku môžem, korčúľ sa však bojím.
Takže na jazero ma nedostanete, ale nakresliť vám ho nakreslím. 
Aspoň takto na pozdravy.
Dúfam, že vyvolajú spomienky.


05*12*2014

štvrtok 4. decembra 2014

Kapory


postcards by vikky.salmon

Surrounded by carps,
they are everywhere.

xxx

Všade samé kapory.




04*12*2014

streda 3. decembra 2014

Postcards



postcards by vikky.salmon

I remember making cards to be a project we did ever since.
It would always be my little home project to complete.
And once I learnt to write, I would be asked to fill them as well.
Put adresses on the envelopes.
And off they go! 

I wish I had the ability to see the reaction they provoke in their recipients.
Ever thought of it?

xxx

Vianočné pohľadnice sa u nás vyrábali odjakživa na kolene. V teple domova.
Každý rok ich mám na starosť, a mrzí ma, ak ich náhodou nestihnem.
Keď som sa naučila písať, začala som do nich aj veršíky čarbať.
Zabalím do obálky, napíšeme adresy a vyšleme na vandrovku.

Keby som tak mala raz možnosť vidieť oči človeka v momente, kedy dopis od nás otvorí.
Premýšľali ste nad tým?

*Kedykoľvek otváram balíček, prajem si, aby to jeho odosielateľ videl. Možno aj vidí...



03*12*2014

pondelok 1. decembra 2014

shades of salmon



illustrations by vikky.salmon

I thought I lost the sense of finding beauty in small things.
But it seems to me, that it has somewhat just fallen asleep, taken a nap and is slowly waking up.
And what do you do, once you wake up?
You wanna play.
Play as if you were a kid.
Decko, that is what a kid is called in Slovakian.
Decko is what my family calls me. 
No time to even tell a long story short.
Maybe one day.
But what I can tell you is that I am a DECKO.
I treat art as a game.
Media are my toys.
Som DECKO.
As simple as that.

Decko, that can´t wait to hear these playfull people live.

xxx

Zdalo sa mi, že cit pre hľadanie krásy v malých vecičkách som stratila.
Našťastie si len dal šlofíka, pospal si a teraz sa pomaly prebúdza.
A čo urobí/š/ keď ráno vstane/š/ z postele?
Chce/š/ sa hrať. A netvrď mi, že nie.
Decko, tak ma doma volajú.
Nejdem vám to tu rozoberať. Jednoducho to je tak.
Možno jedného dňa.
Môžem len povedať, že som DECKO.
Umenie je hra. Ja ho tak beriem.
Výtvarné pomôcky a techniky sú len hračkami.
Babrem sa s nimi.
Som DECKO.
Je to také jednoduché, ako to znie.

Decko, ktoré sa nevie dočkať, kedy si vypočuje tieto energické osôbky naživo.



01*12*2014

nedeľa 30. novembra 2014

Stories hidden in cards








cards by vikky.salmon

The stories hidden inside go as follows:

*friend drinking mulled wine
*iceskaters on the lake
*heat in the heart
*Merry Christmas
*forrest road covered in snow
*silent night
*in the village
*northern reindeer

Now it is just up to the receiver, whether he will understand what they are saying.

xxx


Príbehy ktoré sa skrývajú v pohľadniciach znejú takto:

*partička na punči
*korčuliari na rybníku
*teplo v srdci
*Veselé Vianoce
*zasnežená cesta lesom
*tichá noc
*na dedine
*severský sob

Áno, teraz je len na príjemcoch, či ich dokážu odčítať.

30*11*2014

utorok 11. novembra 2014

Cukríky od Olgy




illustration by vikky.salmon

Za sladkosťami som nikdy nešalela.
Asi to je popolštené.
Tata ich často nosil domov, mali sme ich "hore krkom".
Veríte, že ich brat menil v škole za rožky s maslom?
Celkom smiešne, nie?

/Pozn.red.: Nebojte, mamina sa o nás vždy starala.
Potopiť sa nepotopíme. 
Máme dajaké tie plávacie kolesá./

Dnes, keď mi však Olga darovala bonbóny to bolo iné.
Špeciálne.
Boli tri ako oriešky pre Popolušku.
Ukrainské.Vyzerali tak isto.
Len boli popísané azbukou.
Podelila sa so mnou o to málo, čo mala z domova.
Kde sú tie Horalky a Mily?
Nech aj ona ochutná, ako chutí Slovensko.

Zatiaľ sa mi zdá, že Ukraina je sladká.
Avšak zdanie /možno/ klame.
Olga tvrdí, že je u nich vojna.
Ja som to tak nevnímala, pokým som ju nestretla.
A ona nevyslovila to slovo. 

xxx

Sweets have never been my favourite.
We always used to have more than enough of them at home.

However...

She gave me sweets today.
 Ukrainian.
They look the same.
All that differs is the wrapper, which is covered cyrillic.
She shared that very small fraction of homeland which she had at hand.


So far I feel that Ukraine tastes sweet.
However perception may be faulty at times.
She states it is war out there.
I have never perceived it that way until I have come across her.
Until she has spoken out that word.*


*Translations don't always work out.
That is why I am keeping this short.




11/11/2014

nedeľa 9. novembra 2014

Opice




illustration by vikky.salmon


Monkeys eat bananas and since we are monkeys, there is nothing wrong about it either.

xxx

Opice jedia banány a keďže my sme opice, nevidím v tom nič zlé.




09112014

utorok 4. novembra 2014

BTC










project by vikky.salmon, N. Nikiskaya and A. Macuba

What happens when you give yourself restrictions?
In actual sense you open up your mind.

What happens if you start bending paper into curves only?

xxx

Ak si stanovíte limity, otvoríte tým dvierka mysli.
Vtedy sa začne to pravé orechové vymýšľanie. 

Čo sa dá vytvoriť z papiera, ak ho primárne len ohýbate do kriviek?



04*11*2014

pondelok 3. novembra 2014

Branches




illustrations by vikky.salmon


Branches, on which we hang.
Those branches that break at certain points /in time/.
Split, make you fall, make you uncertain.
How pathetic that sounds.
How everyday in actual fact it is.

Apparently best ideas come once you let your mind relax.
Did you know? I didn't. But now it explains a lot.

xxx

Konáre, na ktorých visíme. 
Tie, ktoré sa z času na čas lámu.
Rozštiepia sa, pustia na zem, zneistia.
Znie to teda žalostne.

Dnes som sa dozvedela, ževraj najlepšie nápady prichádzajú vtedy, keď necháte myseľ na pokoji.
Vedeli ste? Ja nie. Myslela som, že som rarita. Našťastie nie....


03*11*2014

nedeľa 2. novembra 2014

Rieka/Pole/Pole/Rieka



illustrations by vikky.salmon


Rieka, pole, pole, rieka.
Že čo? Toto. Áno ona, Jana, všetko to má na svedomí ona.
Ona a jej muzika.
Do kolečka dokola.
Lebo kolá sú tu odjakživa.

xxx

River, field, field, river.
What am I on about? It's her, Jana, it's all up to her.
Jana and her music.
Round and round and round.
Since wheels have been around since ever.


02*11*2014

sobota 1. novembra 2014

Ale jazda!




illustrations by vikky.salmon


To, čo som za posledných pár dní zo seba stihla vypľuť.
Áno, presne vypľuť, asi takým nejakým rýchlym tempom.
Avšak nebojte, nie som nonstop ako na ihlách. 
Len k tomu ilustrovaniu tak posledné dni pristupujem.

xxx

Stories of the last few days and things I came across illustrating.



01*11*2014

piatok 24. októbra 2014

Sneak Peak PO


artworks featured in the picture are by LucyHudec and Silvia Pogoda



Making the new space mine.
These are my pioneers.
They make it feel more like home.

xxx

Mením nový priestor na svoj.
Pomáhajú mi v tom.



24*10*2014

utorok 21. októbra 2014

Tma/ Darkness


illustration by vikky.salmon

How many times have you wondered what colours the darkness comprises of?
How many times have you closed your eyes and analysed the colours you were seeing?
If you have, you know it ain´t easy to tell.
I tried. With the aid of colour. Layers and layers of colour. 
Maybe this is what we see when we close our eyes. 
It ain´t dark. It´s a mixture of layers of turquise, emerald, purple, indigo, violet,...

P.S.: Sorry to have kept you waiting for so long.

xxx

Koľkokrát ste sa zamýšľali nad tým, z koľkých farieb sa skladá tma? Že akože tma? Veď je čierna!
Koľkokrát ste si zatvorili oči a skúsili odkódovať, akú farbu naozaj vidíte?
Ak ste to skúsili aspoň raz, viete, že to vôbec nie je jednoduché.
Skúsila som. za pomoci fixiek. Za pomoci vrstiev farby.
A možno toto je práve to, čo vidíme, keď zatvoríme oči.
Toto je tá pomyselná tma.
Tma nie je tmou. Je len kombináciou tyrkysovej, smaragdovozelenej, fialovej,...

P.S.: Prepáčte, že som vás nechala až tak dlho čakať.


22/10/2014 xxx

nedeľa 5. októbra 2014

The stories of our knees




illustration by vikky.salmon


Boľačka na kolene.
Kto mi ju len pofúka?
Dievča moje, keď lezeš kam nemáš...

xxx

Bruises on my knees.
Who's going to help me heal them?



05/20/2014 xxx

streda 24. septembra 2014

Leaves





prints by vikky.salmon

Leaves behind me.
Leaves me behind.

I have printed these linocuts, just for fun!

xxx

Keď slovosled mení význam.
Keď poradie udalostí mení pointu.

Len tak som si (pre vás) otláčala linoryty.




24/09/2014 xxx

štvrtok 18. septembra 2014

Just a snap of (a) typical today


photograph by vikky.salmon

Can today be typical?
Each day is different.
What a lie.

xxx

Je možné, aby bol dnešok typický?
Každý boží deň je iný.
Koľká lož.


18/09/2014 xxx

streda 17. septembra 2014

Czech tripping






photographs by vikky.salmon
Zenit TTL


Flashbacks of early June.
Local food, people, no language barrier.
That´s how holidays in the Czech republic are symbolised within our family.

xxx

Spomienky na ranné júnové dni.
České jedlo, ľudia, absencia jazykovej bariéry.
Asi tak nejak sa definujú prázdniny a výlety do Čiech našou rodinou.



17/09/2014 xxx