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Pateicamies atbalstītājiem – personīgi Vijai Jansonei, Janīnai Blūmai un Guntai Līnei, kā arī uzņēmumiem
Teksta autore / Authors of the texts – Nora Ikstena Foto / Photo – Valdis Ošiņš Dizains, makets / Design and layout – Sandra Ošiņa Latviešu teksta redaktors un tulkotājs angļu valodā / Latvian Language editor and Translator into English – Mārcis Ošiņš Redaktori angļu valodā / Language editors of English – Māris Ceplis, Daina Dagnija Korektore latviešu tekstam / Proof-readers of Latvian – Ilze Antēna © Izglītības un kultūras atbalsta biedrība Balta, 2016 © Edīte Pauls Vīgnere, tekstilmākslas darbi, 2016 © Nora Ikstena, teksts, 2016 © Valdis Ošiņš, foto, 2016 © Sandra Ošiņa, dizains, 2016
ISBN 978-9934-14-755-5
Edīte Pauls Vīgnere
koronetes 80 galvas rotas, vainagi, cepures, tiāras un diadēmas 80 headdresses, crowns, hats, tiaras and diadems
Manam brālim Raimondam Paulam dzimšanas dienā
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Maestro
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Lana
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ZiemeÄźmeita I / Daugther of the North Wind I
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ZiemeÄźmeita I
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iemeļmeita atnāk ar gaismu tumsā, ar labā uzvaru pār ļauno, ar svētību pret naidu. Kā to neaizmirstami aprakstījis latviešu rakstnieks Kārlis Skalbe:
Es stāvēju uz ledus. Bija tā kā agrs pavasaris. Gaisā bij kaut kas maigs un šķīsts, it kā silts lietiņš patlaban būtu nolijis, uz ledus bij ūdens. Pār debesīm stiepās sārti zeltainas mākoņu strāvas, un malā gulēja rožaini mākoņu kalni. Zelts bija nolijis no debesīm un gulēja uz ūdens. Es smēlu viņu ar sauju un skatījos viņā, un asaras kāpa man acīs. Es jutu, ka man tuvojas kaut kas liels un svēts... Pacēlu galvu: viņa bija jau klāt, Ziemeļmeita!...
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Babete / Babette
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amtainā Babete dodas mākslas karā ar mazu, mirdzošu āboliņa lapiņas vairogu. Dzīve ir īsa, taču māksla – mūžīga. Gluži kā francūziete Babete, kura uz laiku laikiem paliks Kārenas Bliksenas ģeniālajā stāstā “Babetes mielasts”, skarbās Norvēģijas kalnu ciematā savu laimestu iztērēdama vienkāršu ļaužu priekam.
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Līgaviņa / Bride
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Līgaviņa Bride 49
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eltījums mūža mīlestībai Japānai, kurā māksliniece nekad nav bijusi. Kaut kas no kimono zīda, kas ir tik gaisīgs kā elpa, kaut kas no japāņu karavīru galvasrotas, kurā jaušas zobens un zemes spēks. Haiku poētika, kas tik tuva latviešu tautasdziesmām.
Nokritis zieds Atgriežas atpakaļ zarā. Tas tauriņš.
Gara smilga ceļmalā, Zelta rasa galiņā.
Kabuki
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Ilze Avotiņa
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Kameja II / Cameo II
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hameus - daudzkrāsainība, chama - gliemežvāks. Sievietes profils, dārguma būtība, siltums, elegance un burvība.
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Kameja / Cameo
Vainadziņš / Wreath 102
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Vainadziņš Wreath 105
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Spulga
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Ugunspuġe / Willow-herb
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Torņkronis / Tower Crown
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Edīte
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Babette goes to the war for art carrying a small, shining, clover-shaped shield. Life is short, art – eternal. Just like the French girl Babette who spends her entire lottery winnings on a single meal to bring joy to the common people, forever remaining a part of the short story “Babette’s Feast” by Karen Blixen.
Barbara – the dark berries of this age which could be either the berries of life or death. As in the poem by Jacques Prévert: Oh Barbara It’s raining ceaselessly on Brest Like it rained before But it’s no longer the same and everything’s ruined It’s a rain of mourning terrible and desolate There is no longer a storm Of iron of steel of blood There are only some clouds Who die like dogs Dogs who disappear In the wind over Brest And go to rot far away Far away very far from Brest Of which nothing remains
Heaviness follows ease, like happiness and sorrow, life and death. The halo of grafitti guru Jean-Michel Basquiat. He left the world at the age of 27. “I don’t think about art when I’m working. I try to think about life,” said Basquiat while painting bare skulls of his famous work “Riding with Death”.
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When Dante Alghieri was twelve years old, he was promised in marriage to Gemma di Manetto Donati. However he was already in love with the nine years old Beatrice. His divine poetry was devoted to Beatrice: “He loves but little who can say and count in words how much he loves.”
The crown of immortality goes to the Latvian artist Ilmārs Blumbergs who courageously expressed his Pater Noster in the words: “I will not die”. His Delphic oracle is a black, crooked figure. His touching story about the Siberian snow, abuse of his mother, a dog’s funeral during permafrost, the scurries of a headless rooster, his injured finger and his humane revelation: “If you see someone in pain, help them if you can; if you can not, leave them. Sorrow is followed by sorrow, just like happiness – by happiness” The deep purple crown of freedom goes to the Latvian painter Daina Dagnija who has brought the spirit of New York to Riga: the Sheep Meadow of Central Park, from where one can see the city’s skyscrapers reaching in the sky; the New Yorkers, which, eventhough unfamiliar, pass by sharing a smile. The lights of Manhattan seem to never go out.
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