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Inspiration:
Kosztolányi Dezső:
I dream of coloured inks. Of every kind.

The yellow is the finest. Reams and reams
of letters could I write in yellow ink
to her, the little schoolgirl of my dreams.
I'd scrawl something that looks like Japanese,
then try a bird, most intricately scrolled.
And I want other colours, many more,
like bronze and silver, emerald and gold,
and then I want a hundred more, a thousand,
or rather, I will have a million:
dumb-charcoal, funny-lilac, drunken-ruby,
enamoured, chaste or brash vermilion.
I ought to have some mournful violet,
a palish blue, a brick-red-like maroon,
like shadows seeping through a stained glass window
against a black vault, in August, at noon.
In reds I want a blazing, burning one,
and blood-red, like the blood-stained setting sun
and then I'd go on writing: with a blue
to my young sister, mother will get gold,
I'd write a prayer in gold ink to my mother,
a golden dawn with golden words re-told.
I'd go on writing, in an ancient tower.
My colour set, so fine and exquisite,
would make me happy, oh my God, so happy.

I want to colour in my life with it.
(1910)

Translation by Zollman, Peter
source: www.babelmatrix.org/works/hu/K… .

Personal notes:
I was testing a new paper to see how my markers are blending on it and so on and this poem was running through my mind all the time and was humming it when I made this picture. Actually this poem is one of my all time favorite and still feeling it close to my heart. I will scrap it later, dunno.

Media
Markers, inks and gel pen.

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Description

Inspiration:
Kosztolányi Dezső:
I dream of coloured inks. Of every kind.

The yellow is the finest. Reams and reams
of letters could I write in yellow ink
to her, the little schoolgirl of my dreams.
I'd scrawl something that looks like Japanese,
then try a bird, most intricately scrolled.
And I want other colours, many more,
like bronze and silver, emerald and gold,
and then I want a hundred more, a thousand,
or rather, I will have a million:
dumb-charcoal, funny-lilac, drunken-ruby,
enamoured, chaste or brash vermilion.
I ought to have some mournful violet,
a palish blue, a brick-red-like maroon,
like shadows seeping through a stained glass window
against a black vault, in August, at noon.
In reds I want a blazing, burning one,
and blood-red, like the blood-stained setting sun
and then I'd go on writing: with a blue
to my young sister, mother will get gold,
I'd write a prayer in gold ink to my mother,
a golden dawn with golden words re-told.
I'd go on writing, in an ancient tower.
My colour set, so fine and exquisite,
would make me happy, oh my God, so happy.

I want to colour in my life with it.
(1910)

Translation by Zollman, Peter
source: www.babelmatrix.org/works/hu/K… .

Personal notes:
I was testing a new paper to see how my markers are blending on it and so on and this poem was running through my mind all the time and was humming it when I made this picture. Actually this poem is one of my all time favorite and still feeling it close to my heart. I will scrap it later, dunno.

Media
Markers, inks and gel pen.

Similar pieces

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