Moj drug me je zamolio da mu naslikam geišu. Želeo je da kupi. Nisam znala kakvu želi, pa sam nacrtala tri Dabi izabrao. Narednih dana ću vam pokazati proces crtanja sve tri, jednu po jednu. Evo i prve geiše porcelanske kože.
Uživajte...
My friend asked me to paint a geisha for him. He wanted to buy. I didn't know what kind he wanted, so I drew the three Dabi chose. In the coming days I will show you the process of drawing all three, one by one. Here is the first porcelain skin geisha.
Enjoy...
U tihom vrtu, gde trešnjev cvet pada kao nežan šapat neba, gejša korača s tišinom vetra. Njene svilene rukave miluje večernje svetlo, a svaki korak je pesma bez zvuka, balet tuge i lepote.
In a quiet garden, where cherry blossoms fall like a gentle whisper of the sky, a geisha walks with the silence of the wind. Her silken sleeves are caressed by the evening light, and each step is a silent song, a ballet of sadness and beauty
Njeno lice, maska porcelanske smirenosti, krije more neizrečenih snova. Osmijeh joj je senka treperavog lampiona, ni srećan ni tužan, već večan. Oči joj zrače mudrošću starih pesnika, onih koji su znali da je najlepša pesma ona koja nikada nije izgovorena.
Her face, a mask of porcelain calmness, hides a sea of unspoken dreams. Her smile is the shadow of a flickering lantern, neither happy nor sad, but eternal. Her eyes radiate the wisdom of the old poets, those who knew that the most beautiful poem is the one that has never been spoken.
Gejša je slika prolaznosti — cvet koji živi samo da bi bio viđen i zatim zaboravljen. Njena umetnost nije samo ples ili muzika, već suptilna magija u kojoj svaki pokret govori priču, svaki nagib glave nosi neizrečenu misao.
A geisha is the image of transience—a flower that lives only to be seen and then forgotten. Her art is not just dance or music, but subtle magic where every movement tells a story, every tilt of the head carries an unspoken thought
Ona je gospodarica trenutka, čuvarka lepote koja se ne može zadržati. I dok mesec osvetljava njen lik, svet ne zna da je gledati gejšu isto što i gledati zalazak sunca...🌄
She is the mistress of the moment, the keeper of the beauty that cannot be contained. And while the moon illuminates her face, the world does not know that looking at a geisha is the same as looking at a sunset...🌄
Pozdrav od Anke vragolanke.
Greetings from Anka vregolana!