a quiet passion, 2016

a quiet passion, 2016

– emily. why are you up so late?
– may i speak with you, father?
– of course.
– as you may know, i like to write. letters, mostly… but sometimes poetry.
– yes.
– may i have your permission to write during the night, for quiet’s sake? i shall not disrupt the rest of the household, i promise.
– yes, you may. it was very considerate of you to ask.
– it is your house, father.
– but it is our home, emily.

i’m boggled at how much it echoes with me and because of that i haven’t watched it fully yet. it’s way beyond poetry, even though the poetry covers all the emotions and all kinds of states. and i can not fail to mention the secret forest plant i discovered just few years ago, pale forest creature, neither a flower nor the mushroom, the ghost pipe. it’s very dear to me.

during the walks i usually do have weird rhymes in my head all the time, but since recently there’s plenty more, and now, sometimes, i dare to save them on paper.. am i saying this correctly? with the words of my second non-native language? returning to the nature and plants, here is a little observation.. i found a leaf of coltsfoot and to my surprise the other side, white one – stepmother’s side was as tender and silky by touch as the green, mother’s.

there is a hope…

fascinated by cynthia nixon’s emotional performance. enormously loud quietness. thank you.


after watching few scenes and a long absence in the white room, these earrings were created, accompanied by a tiny poem about them. yes, they were intended to her! and you. for those, whose lives go vividly, restless, deep inside.

protective eye amulet, the 3rd one

this one has literally three eyes and a cluster of silver nail heads.. all in all, 51 of them. and, three, also three, words come to my mind when i look at them – waxiness, woodiness, weariness…

третья подвеска-амулет, оберегающее око. в этот раз заметила интересную и живую какую-то вещь в этих бусинах. чёрный коралл лёгкий и тёплый, и почти не ощущается, а серебряные гвоздики хоть и очень маленькие, но холодят. это сочетание похоже на что-то большое и грандиозное. как строение, дом.

здесь же напишу, чтобы не забыть про вчерашний разговор. хотя такое не забыть. уже ближе к ночи. мамина родина и мамино имя, лось на дороге, тёмные цвета, очень откровенное, но скромное. просьба. нет, вопрос. большое доверие.

after rain at home

washing windows during the rain and after rain, watching all the sun spots, raindrops filled with sun, heavy with the sun, running down, with all the greens outside and, inside – sweet pea and bright strawberry blossoms. how endlessly lucky are we to watch this?

дома после дождя!

клубника цветёт ярко-розовым, прямо как княженика. растёт, окруженная горошком, хорошеет с каждым днём. всем нужно внимание…

и потом снова пошёл дождь.