Zrno

photographs by vikky.salmon

Remember,

slow doesn't mean static.

Not the words of mine,

but the author is noted here.

xxx

Pamätaj a zapíš si za uši,

pomalý neznamená statický.

Nie moje slová,

autor je spomenutý tu.

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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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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.

xxx

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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Zrno

photographs by vikky.salmon

It's not about patterns.

It's about textures.

It's not a specific direction.

It's a matter of finding the way.

xxx

Nejde o vzor.

Ide o štruktúru.

Nejde o konkrétny smer.

Ide o nájdenie cesty.

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TextileSketchbook

photographs by vikky.salmon

I am in the process of making of a personal fabric sample book.

Somewhere on the boundary between fabric and paper.

It's glued by thread and stitched by tape.

xxx

Vyrábam si vlastný vrorkovník.

Niekde na pomedzí látky a papieru.

Nitkou lepený a páskou prišívaný. 

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Away

photographs by vikky.salmon

Sketching away.

Working away.

Walking away.

Running away.

Or maybe not?

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Útržky

photographs by vikky.salmon

Bits and pieces of memories pup up from time to time.

What's beautiful, is the bond that remains.

Threads are crossing over.

They weave to become one.

Even if some of them rip apart,

the fabric is starting to be strong enough to withstand.

xxx

Útržky spomienok, ktoré sa tak nejak z času na čas zjavia.

Krásne je, že puto s nimi spojené ostáva. 

Nitky sa prepletajú.

Tkajú.

Ak sa aj niektoré roztrhnú,

látka začína byť dostatočne silná na to, aby to ustála.

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Akumulačky

photographs by vikky.salmon

7:16

we are setting of in the direction of Sopot.

To see sea.

Temperature inside of the train equals to that of the temperature of the air outside.

They have switched the heating on,

the fields are slowly evaporating.

The sun is rising. Something stinks.

What's that?

Something like those electric heaters in our old house.

That fine sense of mustyness in the surrounding air.

Fellow passengers are being reflected in the manner just like us, 

when we were travelling back home from seeing Muller.

xxx

7:16 

vyrazili sme smer Sopot.

Pozrieť more.

Teplota vo vlaku sa rovná teplote vzduchu von.

Začínajú kúriť, 

polia sa vyparujú.

Svitá. Zapácha.

Čo to?

Niečo ako akumulačky v starom dome.

Ta jemná potuchlina v ovzduší.

Odrazy spolucestujúcich, tak, ako keď sme sa vracali z kulturáku od Mullera.

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