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I have again broken the promise I made to myself that I will write more on the blog, be more active for my few, but very precious readers. I have in my mind a number of ideas with posts, but it is always something that keeps me from writing. Perhaps it is the fact that I want to write more than two lines in which I am telling you about what clothes I am wearing and to always find new things so that you can perhaps escape your grey days into much lighter landscapes, much colored ones.
Tonight, all though I had a post in my mind prepared for weeks now, my urge to write came after I read an amazing interview with Valentin Gubarev (I will be posting the interview on my facebook page tomorrow in the morning, so stay tuned).
Gubarev deserves a longer post so what I want to share with you it is actually how I usually discover new paintings that inspire me. It has nothing to do with aesthetics or some theory of art learned in my years of school. From my first articles about art to my articles today, I have always used my heart, not my head. My goal was to reach people with feelings, not with impressive knowledge and sophisticated words. I wanted to be the little girl who opened a new Universe in people`s lives, not closed the opportunity of enjoying art.
So tonight, while I was reading the article, I stumbled across some names that are a source of inspiration for Valentin Gubarev. I didn`t knew some of them so I decided to search on Google and see what they are all about.
So, the usual click right – search google for…. Levitan. First results were this beautiful landscapes. And while I was trying to decide if I will love Levitan or just appreciate him, this painting hit me like a ray of sunshine on a foggy day.
I felt as if this woman was really coming towards me with a force that i couldn`t stop and i was instantly captivated by her mistery. Why is she wearing black? Or is it a darker green? Why does it feel like she is violently heading against me, like coming to tell me something about her time, something about how life was in her years? Or maybe she wanted to confess to me about her secret lover. I even asked myself if, by any chance, it could have been me or someone I knew in a past life. The strange feeling of familiarity gave me chills and I decided I couldn`t be so selfish tokeep it to myself.
And while writing, I remember about the pictures I took on a late summer, the summer that had just passed, in Alba Iulia. The sun was setting and on one of the corners of the stronghold from Alba Iulia I was enjoying every part of history.
I promise to be back soon, since I have so many new projects that are all for you, my dear readers.