Nejc Puš
Mihaela Kralj

On Beauty

Nejc Puš
Mihaela Kralj
Every now and then I look for inspiration in a bouquet of flowers. How Italian! It could be that this is the ideal portrayal of beauty. Flowers of all shades of colour, rich and modest, with all their flaws and slightly dried leaves, and above all, the smell you can almost touch.
I’ve always wondered how to describe beauty. How French! I could almost say it’s easier to draw, although not quite. 
I could often describe a drawing, paint a sculpture, while music sounds completely different on a terrace above the hills of Tuscany than it does in a small room in the centre of romantic Paris.
I often wonder if minimalism makes any sense at all. How cliché! The marble surfaces with metal accents hide countless stories of small details that together make a perfect...void. 
Maybe the essence of beauty is not in how to describe it. Maybe it should simply be lived.
It could be that this is the ideal portrayal of beauty. Flowers of all shades of colour, rich and modest, with all their flaws and slightly dried leaves, and above all, the smell you can almost touch.