Orthodox Graphics

TEKUCI DANI, iako je povod tuzan, prolaze sa mnogo slika predivnih pravoslavnih odora za specijalne, velike, bitne prilike.

Sada kada sam razlucila te stvari oko vere i svestenika u svojoj glavi, lako mi je da jednostavno gledam i divim se izgledu svecanih haljina, njihovim ukrasima, vezu.

Ne umem da citam simbole, ne razumem se u hijerarhiju, ali me ovo more divnih uniformi fascinira. Teksture, materijali, boje, svetlucavo i cizelirano, mat i mirno. Predivno. I pored tog "dizajna" zaista nosi nesto neuobicajeno, zapanjujuce, lebduce, neobjasnjivo. Sigurna sam da bi Japanac, Eskim ili Afrikanac bez ikakvog predznanja i bez ijednog susreta sa tim haljinama, znali da je u pitanju nesto veliko i vazno, isto kao sto i mi to prepoznamo u obelezjima drugih manje poznatih religija. To je ono sto u crkvi zovu simvol. Simbol cini nevidljivo vidljivim, a simvol je simbol sa dodatnom vrednoscu - on cini da osecamo prisustvo toga necega. It's a kind of magic.





Divan dostojanstveni svecani ton ostavlja me bez daha i cini da se topim. Podseca me na neverovatnu pregrst divote koja me je obujmila filmom Marija Antoaneta Sofije Kopole. Znam, znam, vec sam dosadna, ali to ili kapirate ili ne. Oba hvataju osecaj grandioznosti, sveobuhvatnosti, niti u vremenu, porodicnog stabla i prostiranja, i privremenosti, krhkosti. Velikog i bitnog, i malog i isto tako bitnog.


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EVEN THOUGH the occasion is a sad one, these days are passing with a lot of pictures of Orthodox Church's ceremonious vestments. Now that I've over passed all those religion and priests issue in my head, I find it very easy to enjoy the look of these robes, their decoration, embroidery

I don't know much about symbols, hierarchy, but these fascinate me. Textures, materials, colors, sparkly shiny details, and matte clear warm whites. Incredibly beautiful. Along with the beauty of design they carry that something that is inexplicable, stunning, precious. I'm absolutely sure that Japanese, Eskimo or African with no clue that this is priest's robe would get it right away. Just like we know when we see some other less known religious symbols. They have something special that they carry, something that doesn't just describe something that cannot be seen or touched, but also makes it present in a way. It's a kind of magic.

That divine ceremonial tone leaves me breathless and melting. It reminds me of those incredible costumes for Sofia Coppola's Marie Antoinette. Ok, I'm so boring talking over and over about this movie, but you either get it or you don't. It's that sense of greatness, grandeur, a thread in time, sense of belonging, and also feel of fragility and temporality that both of these catch. Sense of the large and important and the small and equally important.