Washi stitches

photographs by vikky.salmon

Went to a natural dying workshop,

experimenting with different flowers, roots and extracts to obtain colour.

Simply got immersed in the world of colour,

its creation and coming about.

Played around like a little child, 

dipping pieces of cloth in liquids of all sorts.

Although colours were much more vivid once wet,

they still carry this beautiful quality when dry.

I played tricks with stitches.

xxx

Mala som možnosť zúčastniť sa workshopu farbenia prírodnými farbivami.

Experimentovali sem s roznorodými kvetmi, korienkami a extraktami.

Ponorila som sa do sveta farieb,

tam, kde vznikajú a z kadiaľ prichádzajú.

Babrala som sa v nich ako malé decko,

namáčala kúsky do rozličných tekutín a odvarov.

Aj keď boli farby oveľa sýtejšie ešte za mokra,

teraz, nasucho, majú tiež svoje čaro.

Pohrala som sa so štehmi. 

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Zdanie klame

photographs by vikky.salmon

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Rollercoaster ride

photographs by vikky.salmon

Shot back on Monday, posted late Friday evening, night.

It's been a roller coaster ride, heading up and then dropping down.

Time flying by, impressions of things being missed.

But!

It's those moments that shake up my reality at times, 

that refresh button, that is pushed from time to time.

xxx

Odfotené v pondelok skoro ráno, zverejnené v piatok neskoro večer.

Bola to jedna jazda na kolotoči, hore-dole, nebolo mi vždy všetko jedno.

Čas letí, veci utekajú pomedzi prsty.

Ale!

Sú to tie momenty, ktoré poprehadzujú svet okolo mňa.

Ako keby niekto niekedy stlačil tlačítko: Refresh.

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Azur

photography by vikky.salmon

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Plsť

photographs by vikky.salmon

When the thread starts to misbehave!

xxx

Keď nitka začne vyčíňať!

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Zrno_II

photographs by vikky.salmon

It's temporary, but it's now.

There used to be, but there will be.

xxx

Nateraz, ale teraz a tu.

Bolo, ale bude.

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Szmatki z odzysku

photographs by vikky.salmon

It's been over a year and a half, the time for which I haven't painted for.

It's been over 6 months, the time for which 

a watercolour sheet of paper has been waiting hidden behind my desk, to be altered, adjusted.  

I took the sheet, watercolours and a piece of fabric out, 

started smudging the paint about.

Layering.

And just observing what there was to come.

The result of what came about on the paper wasn't particularly enchanting, 

however the piece of cloth dyed into beautiful gradients of colour.

And as it dried, it stiffened and kept slightly curved shape.

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Je to niečo vyše roku a pol, čo som naposledy maľovala.

Je to niečo vyše 6 mesiacov, čo mi skrytý za stolíkom odpočíval kúsok akvaralového papieru

a čakal na zmenu.

Zobrala som hárok, akvarely a kúsok látky,

začala rozmazávať farbu navôkol.

Vrstviť.

A len som sa prizerala tomu, čo sa dialo pod mojimi rukami.

To, čo sa udialo na papieri nebolo dychvyrážajúce,

avšak handrička nabrala krásne farebné tónovanie.

A ako uschla, stvrdla a zanechala si jemne vlnkovaný tvar.

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Stručne

photographs by vikky.salmon

Picking up on all those nuances around.

However once merged, they make full sense.

It just needs a little distance to be able to observe the links.

xxx

Zbieram všetky tie črepiny navôkol.

Dávajú zmysel až vtedy, keď sa pospájajú.

Treba len odstup, aby zočiť to, čo ich spája.

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TextileSketchbook_III

photographs by vikky.salmon

I baked some beetroot for my lunch.

Beetroot, salt, pepper, herbs, olive oil, aluminium foil, baking dish, oven, 180 degrees, 40 minutes.

Eat and wash the dishes.

Crunch and bin the aluminium foil.

Inside it though, is a beetroot-olive oil sauce.

Pieces of cotton dipped into it.

Made dirty and washed.

With the help of bile soap.

Dried.

Archived.

xxx

Na obed som piekla cviklu.

Cvikla, soľ, korenie, provensálske bylinky, olivový olej, alobal, plech, rúra, 180 stupňom, 40 minút.

Zjesť a umyť taniere.

Skrčiť a vyhodiť alobal.

V alobale šťava, cviklovo-olejná.

Kúsky bavlny do nej namočené.

Zašpinené a potom opraté.

Žlčovým mydlom, nie len tak.

Vysušené.

Archivované.

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Bare streets

photographs by vikky.salmon

Purple is the colour I researched a couple of days ago, 

for a workshop based on taste, smell and experience.

Somehow, obviously or less so,

I have kept it in mind unconsciously and shot it on screen.

It's one of many projects I'm working on at the point,

evolving, growing.

Them and I.

But in order to do so, it's necessary to question all that is around.

Just like our comfort zone and limits linked to it.

Can we make public space more private?

We seem to have erased the boarder in online world, 

why not do so outside in the streets?

xxx

Nedávno som robila taký menší rešerš na temú: fialová,

na workshop zameraný na chute, vône, zážitky.
Tak nejak nevedome si ju držím v mysli, čo sa odzrkadlilo na fotkách.
Jeden z množstva projektov, na ktorých momentálne pracujem,
vyvíjam, rastiem.
Aby tomu však tak bolo, je potrebné brať všetko otázne a nie ako samozrejmosť.

Napríklad tak, ako našu komfortnú zónu a hranice s ňou spojené.
Môžeme verejný priestor zútulniť, zosobniť?
Zdá sa mi, že v online svete sme hranice zakopali,
prečo ich nezbúrame aj von na uliciach?

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Sketchbook_II

photographs by vikky.salmon

Calm and quite.

xxx

Kľudné a tiché.

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