Door – day 44

  Door   Doors are wonderful. When open, they offer possibilities. When closed, they are mysterious.   In one verse of his poem “Limits”, Borges wrote: “There is a door I have closed till the end of the world”. I have always...

The beginning – day 43

  The beginning In the Urban Dictionary, Cliché is described as “being predictable and unimaginative; falling into a groove of human boredom; an old tired trend.” For example, it would be a cliché if I paint vintage alarm clock showing 20:15, kind of...

The last one – day 42

  The last one Today is the last day of 2014 and this is my last post in this year. If I look back, there are many things I am thankful for (don’t worry, I am not going to list them here). I also have many wishes and plans for the year to come. But most of...

Sand watch – day 41

  Sand watch   Walt Whitman is one of my few favorite poets. I love him because he is simple and deep in the same time, and also that he has a courage to say the things we don’t even dare to think about. When I start painting the sand watch, this poem...

The bell – day 40

  The bell   For the last 22 hours our town Ohrid was without electricity. Can you imagine: no TV, no internet, no telephones. Suddenly, so much time to talk and do things we usually don’t have time to do. When I start writing today, I was thinking...