Ponekad se muzika ne sluša, ona se slika. Tog dana, četkica je zamenila žice, a pigmenti su progovorili umesto nota. Na papiru se rodio čovek: crnac sa gitarom u rukama, uronjen u trenutak, utonuo u plavičaste senke i zlatne odsjaje duše.
Sometimes music is not listened to, it is painted. That day, the brush replaced the strings, and the pigments spoke instead of the notes. A man was born on paper: a black man with a guitar in his hands, immersed in the moment, sunk into the blue shadows and golden reflections of the soul.
Plavi tonovi nisu samo boja neba ili večernje tišine, oni su tuga, dubina, sećanje. Zlato je svetlost iznutra, ono što se ne gasi ni kad su oči sklopljene. U tom kontrastu – između melanholije i sjaja – smešten je bluz.
Blue tones are not just the color of the sky or evening silence, they are sadness, depth, memory. Gold is the light from within, the one that doesn't go out even when the eyes are closed. It is in this contrast – between melancholy and brilliance – that the blues is located.
Njegove ruke govore o godinama sviranja, o pričama koje nisu zapisane, već prepevane kroz drvo i metal.
His hands speak of years of playing, of stories that are not written down, but sung through wood and metal.
Lice mu je mirno, ali pogled je negde daleko, možda u prošlosti, možda u nekom izgubljenom akordu koji je ostao da lebdi u vazduhu.
His face is calm, but his gaze is somewhere far away, perhaps in the past, perhaps in some lost chord left floating in the air.
Ovaj akvarel je moj pokušaj da uhvatim trenutak kada muzika izlazi iz čoveka i pretvara se u boju, kad osećaj postane vidljiv.
This watercolor is my attempt to capture the moment when the music comes out of the person and turns into color, when the feeling becomes visible.
Bluz, kako ga ja osećam, nije samo muzika, to je stanje bića, tihi dijalog između bola i lepote...
Laku noć dragi Hajveri, neka vas uspavaju lake note...🎵🎶
Blues, as I feel it, is not just music, it is a state of being, a silent dialogue between pain and beauty...
Good night, dear Hyveri, let the light notes put you to sleep...🎵🎶
Pozdrav od Anke vragolanke.
Greetings from Anka vregolana!
