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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Plsť

photographs by vikky.salmon

When the thread starts to misbehave!

xxx

Keď nitka začne vyčíňať!

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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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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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Sketchbook_II

photographs by vikky.salmon

Calm and quite.

xxx

Kľudné a tiché.

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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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Pairs

artwork by vikky.salmon

Apparently all comes in pairs.

I do not know.

xxx

Vraj všetko funguje v pároch.

No ja vám neviem.

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sPOts

collages by vikky.salmon

When you come to accept what is around and stop denying it.

Because otherwise you end up finding yourself running in circles, 

looking for the good place at the right time.

And in fact, when you stop and have a look around, you might figure out it's here.

It's just a matter of your decision,

what you make of the nowhere.

A no-where or a now-here? 

And support from those around you!

I am aware of the fact this place maybe perceived a little too full of 

shallow sounding positive notes and motivational quotes.

But, this place was born in order to spread around the positive,

to share my work and create a perception of existence I enjoy.

After all, it's what you perceive it to be.

sPOts is a new project mapping down the places

of a city I have not come to fully accept yet.

A materialisation of the thoughts I have put down in words a few lines above.

xxx

Dá zabrať zaakceptovať to, čo je tu a teraz a prestať to odsudzovať.

Pretože inak sa to končí tak, že beháme dokolečka, do nekonečna,

postrádajúc to pravé miesto v správnom čase.

Ostáva to len na našom rozhodnutí.

A podpore okolia!

Uvedomujem si, že sa môže zdať, že sa tu v poslednej dobe roztrhlo vrece s

plytko znejúcimi poznámkami a motivačnými citátmi.

Ale celý blog sa zrodil s myšlienkou priniesť niečo pozitívne,

deliť sa mojom tvorbou a vytvárať také, vnímanie každodenného svete, aké si užívam.

Vždy je to len tak, ako to vnímaš.

sPOts je nový projekt mapujúci miesta

mesta, ktoré som ešte nie celkom strávila a zaakveptovala.

Zhmotnenie viet, ktoré som napísala pár riadkov dopredu.

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Pásiky

illustration by vikky.salmon

Lines.
Stripes.
Those heading vertical,
those running horizontal.
In all sorts of directions.
Unexpectedly.

Weekends are dedicated for catching up with work you haven't had time to focus on during the week.

When I hear stories, of people working on weekends or late evenings, it sounded odd in some way.
As for us, me, my sibling and parents; we would always spend the weekends together, at home.
And now, I have found myself in some odd society,
where weekend is redefined and could take place on Monday or Wednesday morning for example,
and people work from home.

And strangely enough, my parents will have a day off everyday soon.
Time flies by, well.

Lines are lines.

xxx

Lebo prúžky smerujú inde.

Horizontálne.
Či?
Teda, ja vám už teraz fakt neviem.
Všetko je tak nejak naruby.


Víkendy sú na dobiehanie toho, čo sa cez týždeň nestihlo.

Keď som voľakedy počula, že niekto pracuje cez víkend a po večeroch, prišlo mi to zvláštne.
Cez víkend sme boli všetci, súrodenci a rodičia, doma pokope.
A teraz, dostala som sa do nejakej zvláštnej spoločnosti,
kde víkend ľudia majú v pondelok či stredu doobeda a nepracujú len z domu.

A naši budú mať pomaly víkend každý deň.
Čas letí, och.

Linajky ako linajky.

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Medúza

illustrations by vikky.salmon

It's been over a year since I have last freed my mind this much.

xxx

Je tomu niečo vyše roka, čo som sa naposledy takto na papier vyšalela.

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Pozlátka

illustration by vikky.salmon

I planned to visualise the skirt of one of the first year students.
It was made out of cotton, burgundy in colour, praised by many.
Many well dressed and full of expectations.

Just like us a year ago.

What a top-class school and staff.
Because such successful people graduate from here.
Or at least, it's being presented that way.

However I couldn't stand to look at the image I drew. It was chaos. Absolute...
I had to cover up the skirt. How? Simply.
Stick a piece of paper on top of it!

One of the corners however came of. Looking at that visual lie, I let it be.
Let at least that little piece be authentic. In a certain sense: true.

At the back of the paper I wrote a few words, that threw me back in time.
To wrappers,
in which the marathon runners were isolating their bodies;
in which the chocolates, that meant more than sweets, were wrapped;
in which salonky* used to hang on the Christmas tree back at home.

And that reminded me of how we, as children, lie.

There are salonky*, that pretend to be full, but the truth is otherwise.
Do you remember, how you used to undress the Christmas tree of them?
Mum would always find out. 
With time.

And that would hurt even more.

*Salonka /pl. salonky/ is a typical kind of chocolate packed in shiny wrappers hung on Christmas tree as a decoration in Slovakia.

xxx

Plánovala som zvizualizovať sukňu jedného dievčaťa z prváku.

Bavlnenú, bordovej farby, chválenú inými. 

Vyobliekanými a plnými očakávaní. 

Tak ako asi aj my pred rokom.

Aká špičková škola a hviezdna budúcnosť.

Lebo z tohoto miesta vychádzajú úspešní ľudia.

Teda, ono sa to tak prezentuje.

Nedalo mi, no ten môj obrážťok bol jeden chaos. Dovolím di tvrdiť, grc. A sukňu som musela skryť.

Ako? Jednoducho, prvoplánovo. 

Zalepiť!

Jeden z rožkov sa však odškeril. Tak pri toľkej falši, reku, aspoň ten nechám tak.

Dozadu, dozadu som napísala pár slov, ktoré ma vrátili naspať. 

K pozlátkam, 

v ktorých som videla bežcov na maratóne, 

v ktorých som dostala bonbóny, čo znameli viac než sladkosť,

v ktorých sa na domácom vianočnom stromčeku kedysi chovali salonky.

A to mi pripomenulo klamstvá, ktoré ako deti páchame.

Sú salonky, ktoré sa tvária plno, ale pravdepodobne nie sú.

Pamätáš, ako si objedal vianočný stromček?

Mamina to aj tak vždy zistila. 

S časom.

A teba to bolelo o to viac.

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Znamienka

illustration by vikky.salmon

Znamienka a znamenia.

xxx

Birthmarks and signs.

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Threads

illustrations by vikky.salmon

Lines, threads,

cross over one another.

Turned themselves into patterns.

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Jabĺčka v župane

illustration by vikky.salmon

It's been two years since I have last analysed a poem. With her.

It's been a year since I have last created a folder. With illustrations.

It hasn't been even a week since I have left home and I am back. With them.

When I'm home, eating breakfast in silence doesn't happen.

And switching on the radio, the tune that came out first,

was that of a band whose concert I'm going to tonight.

And these apples have fallen off the trees surrounding the venue.

Circle coming full.

xxx

Sú tomu dva roky, čo som naposledy analyzovala báseň. S ňou.

Je tomu rok, čo som naposledy vytvorila priečinok. S ilustráciami.

Nie je tomu ani týždeň odkedy som odišla z domu a som späť. S nimi.

Keď som doma, neraňajkujem v tichu.

Ako som tak zapínala rádio, noty, ktoré z neho vyšli ako prvé, 

boli autorstva kapely, na ktorej koncert večer idem.

A tieto jabĺčka opadli z okolitých jabloní klubu.  

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