old ones, new ones a drawing diary by neja tomšič. visual artist and writer. All artwork is done by me. Follow me also on my website / instagram /
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I’m happy to be part of Dvocikel: a research residency for musicians to develop new projects in dialogue, hosted and organised by Layer House in Kranj. I was the first visual artist resident and I worked in dialogue with Katja Šulc and Igor Matković, developing shadow based live visuals.

Two concerts will take place to conclude our research: the first one at Layer House in Kranj, and the second at Vesel Garden in Ljubljana. 

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I am excited to finally announce the tea ceremonies I will be doing as part of Tea for Five: The Opium Clippers. Join me next week at Ziferblat in Ljubljana. This one was a long time in the making, and I can’t believe it’s finally out there. Instead...

I am excited to finally announce the tea ceremonies I will be doing as part of Tea for Five: The Opium Clippers. Join me next week at Ziferblat in Ljubljana. This one was a long time in the making, and I can’t believe it’s finally out there. Instead of doing a classical exhibition, I will present the ceramic tea sets during the tea ceremonies and explain the story each ceramic tea set represents.

The project is a collaboration with the ever inspiring ceramicist Anja Slapničar. Photo is by her. Follow her work here and here.

“Red-bellied woodpecker claps itself to the crabapple trunk as if a magnet had drawn it. In dreams: that’s how I come to you.
Not seeing the cup in the bathroom, you brought me a mouthful of water in your mouth. Standing at the window, wrapped in...

“Red-bellied woodpecker claps itself to the crabapple trunk as if a magnet had drawn it. In dreams: that’s how I come to you.

Not seeing the cup in the bathroom, you brought me a mouthful of water in your mouth. Standing at the window, wrapped in bedsheet, watching bats sip nectar from the clematis. Sweetest was your imagination.

The way your lips relax when you sleep. And you lose your face, and a boy lies in bed next to me. Did I wake you? Was I kicking? A can of linseed oil in the front closet where I made you keep your Redwings. Dust carving out interiors in the sky at sunset.

And was Coltrane really a pallbearer at Sydney Bechet’s funeral in Paris? Was that a lie too? The name of my beloved is Abyss. The subtlety of your visual attention. You could alert me or change the subject with a contraction of your iris. Love solves nothing, but your love made me appear to myself.”

- from Beyond this point, monsters: sarah’s tale by Forrest Gander

Gift
by Czeslaw Milosz
A day so happy.
Fog lifted early, I worked in the garden.
Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers.
There was no thing on earth I wanted to possess.
I knew no one worth my envying him.
Whatever evil I had suffered, I...

Gift

by Czeslaw Milosz

A day so happy.

Fog lifted early, I worked in the garden.

Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers.

There was no thing on earth I wanted to possess.

I knew no one worth my envying him.

Whatever evil I had suffered, I forgot.

To think that once I was the same man did not embarrass me.

In my body I felt no pain.

When straightening up, I saw the blue sea and sails.

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..it’s been a while, but many things are in the making and on the horizon. I’ve been working on some new prints and cut-outs at the Rog Lab in Ljubljana. The McKeldin Fountain lightbox is a multi-layered cut-out light box deconstructing an image of the iconic McKeldin Fountain (soon to be demolished) in Baltimore. It’s part of the Independent Biennial group exhibition in Washington and at the NYU in NYC on view until the end of May.

Some reads on the topic of the planned demolition:

http://hyperallergic.com/163559/will-landmark-modernist-fountain-in-bmore-soon-be-no-more/

https://www.baltimorebrew.com/2014/08/08/tearing-down-mckeldin-fountain-in-the-inner-harbor-is-not-the-answer/

http://www.bizjournals.com/baltimore/blog/real-estate/2014/10/as-mckeldin-fountain-nears-demolition-some-have.html?page=all

http://www.newyorker.com/culture/cultural-comment/makes-building-worth-saving

PETITION

The Monchegorsk, like any proper war ship, was stolen this week from the It’s about time exhibition at the Alte Kinl Brauerei in Berlin. Cheers to you pirates, and happy exploding!

New comic / zine. Still, the Monchegorsk.

My new comic, the Monchegorsk

My new comic, the Monchegorsk

In January I did some live visuals for the concerts of my dear friend Katja. Her music is light and colorful and the ink drawings, playing with shapes and words seems to fit it perfectly.

Postcard #4: The sea. Folded to form a splash.

“I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.” 
― Anaïs Nin

Postcard #3. A view of the Republic Square in Ljubljana.

This week in my mailbox! A teeny tiny drawing printed in the latest Komikaze comic album no.12! 

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I was selected for this year’s Postcard Collective Fall exchange! The first set of postcards is now finished. The topic for this round is Objects in Motion. I made foldable postcards you can move and play with patterns and light. This is the first one, Rain.

Cyprus, october 2013. I took a walk on the beach and saw the most frightening human being I ever saw suntanning far out where there was no one. I passed her, but kept telling to myself: don’t look back, don’t look back. Then I remembered all those...
Thursday 11/7/2013

landscape; drawing; artists on tumblr; sea;

Cyprus, october 2013. I took a walk on the beach and saw the most frightening human being I ever saw suntanning far out where there was no one. I passed her, but kept telling to myself: don’t look back, don’t look back. Then I remembered all those stories I was told when I was a kid. About princesses and princes who will have their wishes come true, if only they will never turn and look back. 

I sat down on small wooden stairs then and made this drawing. Suddenly, a rat ran across my feet. It was all empty and quiet. 

“You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but sometimes I do." I never thought I’ll quote Rumi, but the day has come. On this day, sunlight danced inside sea’s chest and vice versa. At night the breath of the sea sparkled when I swam far out...

“You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but sometimes I do." I never thought I’ll quote Rumi, but the day has come. On this day, sunlight danced inside sea’s chest and vice versa. At night the breath of the sea sparkled when I swam far out and I could slip through it and cover myself with gold. There was no line between what is under and what is above. 

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