{"id":2776,"date":"2019-10-05T18:57:30","date_gmt":"2019-10-05T18:57:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.letrat.eu\/?p=2776"},"modified":"2024-04-16T20:36:53","modified_gmt":"2024-04-16T19:36:53","slug":"sg-maya-dhe-avangarda-2008","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/letrat.eu\/?p=2776","title":{"rendered":"SG – Maya dhe Avangarda, 2008"},"content":{"rendered":"

MAYA DHE AVANGARDA
\nS. Guraziu, 2008 (Humoresk\u00eb)<\/em><\/p>\n

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\nEmma Hack – “Body Art”<\/em><\/p>\n

Nuk i kujtoj me aq d\u00ebshir\u00eb ato koh\u00eb, por ja\u2026 p\u00ebr artdash\u00ebsit e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb s\u2019dua t\u00eb mbaj gj\u00eb n\u00eb mjegull. V\u00ebrtet ishin dit\u00eb t\u00eb r\u00ebnda artistike; isha futur n\u00eb g\u00ebzhoj\u00ebn time, si p\u00ebr inat ia kisha kthyer shpin\u00ebn bot\u00ebs. Nuk m\u00eb lexoheshin revistat, nuk d\u00ebgjoja radio, nuk shikoja TV, nuk vizitoja ekspozitat, asnj\u00eb muzeum\u2026 asgj\u00eb! T\u00eb thuhet: i urreja, s’do ishte e vertet\u00eb, por pothuaj se ashtu. \u00c7do gj\u00eb m’ishte m\u00ebrzitur, t\u00eb gjitha m\u00eb dukeshin \u201ckot\u201d, humbje kohe. \u00cbsht\u00eb fakt se pat\u00ebn kaluar disa muaj e t’mos shitej as dhe nj\u00eb piktur\u00eb e vetme. Thua se askush i k\u00ebsaj bote s’interesohej p\u00ebr artin tim.
\nI kaloja dit\u00ebt, i heshtur, duke provuar t’i “them ato \u00e7far\u00eb kisha” n\u00eb pikturat e mia. I vetmi shp\u00ebtim ishte studioja, vendi ku humbisja pjes\u00ebn m\u00eb t\u00eb madhe t\u00eb koh\u00ebs, vendi i quajtur “atelje”. Dhe njer\u00ebzit e dinin ku ndodhesha, secili do t\u2019m\u00eb gjente atje. Jeta ime ishin pikturat.
\nNdoshta sepse dhe ndjehesha m\u00eb mir\u00eb ashtu, gjysm\u00eb i izoluar nga bota, i zhytur n\u00eb thell\u00ebsit\u00eb e artit tim, n\u00eb meditime… me dit\u00eb e me dit\u00eb t\u00eb t\u00ebra, nj\u00ebr\u00ebn pas tjetr\u00ebs; me jav\u00eb e me muaj.<\/p>\n

Vet\u00ebm familja m\u00eb ndihmonte ta p\u00ebrballoja at\u00eb koh\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebshtir\u00eb (artistikisht dhe m\u00eb frym\u00ebzonte, do t’thosha). Duke u gjendur t\u00ebr\u00eb koh\u00ebn pran\u00eb Mayas, duke e shijuar me gjith\u00eb qenien ngroht\u00ebsin\u00eb e saj, sikur kjo m\u00eb \u00e7lironte nga di\u00e7 q\u00eb s\u2019mund ta p\u00ebrshkruaj tani aq leht\u00eb. Buz\u00ebqeshja e Mayas ishte pothuaj p\u00ebrher\u00eb ila\u00e7i p\u00ebr \u00e7do gj\u00eb. Pa p\u00ebrjashtime.<\/p>\n

Nd\u00ebrsa ime shoqe lexonte \u00e7do gj\u00eb, \u00e7far\u00ebdo q\u00eb i binte n\u00eb dor\u00eb, non-stop lexonte. Lexonte e lexonte… M\u00eb kujtohet, at\u00eb nat\u00eb, gjer\u00ebsa po b\u00ebhesha gati p\u00ebr t\u2019u shtrir\u00eb, ajo shfletonte nj\u00ebr\u00ebn nga ato revistat p\u00ebr art, “Avangarda”. \u00c7uditesha si kishte nerva t’i lexonte ato dokrra “artistike”!
\nDerisa po futesha n\u00eb shtrat, kofsh\u00ebt e saj dol\u00ebn n\u00eb pah si fildish i l\u00ebmuar. M\u00eb b\u00ebhej sikur l\u00ebmoheshin akoma m\u00eb shum\u00eb n\u00ebn drit\u00ebn e ngulfatur t\u00eb abazhurit. M\u00eb b\u00ebhej, m\u00eb b\u00ebhej\u2026 e \u00e7’nuk m\u00eb b\u00ebhej. P\u00ebr pak \u00e7aste mbajta mbuloj\u00ebn ashtu “pafajsh\u00ebm” n\u00eb ajri, se \u00e7’m\u00eb pati shkrepur nj\u00eb ide\u2026 Por Maya u ankua aty p\u00ebr aty.<\/p>\n

– \u00c7’pate moj?! Sot t\u00ebr\u00eb dit\u00ebn s’ke b\u00ebr\u00eb gj\u00eb vet\u00ebm ke kritikuar! \u2013 ia ktheva.
\n– Natyrisht, kur ti s’je aspak auto-kritik. Pse s’e b\u00ebn ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb vet\u00eb\u2026 p\u00ebr veten, padyshim \u00ebsht\u00eb pozitive p\u00ebr sh\u00ebndetin mendor?
\n\u2013 Eh, kush flet\u2026, ti dy gj\u00ebra i di mbase, e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb, por dymij\u00eb e dy t\u00eb tjera jo!
\n\u2013 E ti \u00e7far\u00eb na ditke, ti i gjith\u00ebdituri, enciklopedia ime e \u00ebmb\u00ebl?
\n\u2013 Un\u00eb di, p\u00ebrshembull, plus ato dymij\u00eb gj\u00ebra t\u00eb tjera. Nuk mjafton? Por ma kthe jast\u00ebkun, m\u00eb mir\u00eb! – Nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb futa dor\u00ebn n\u00ebn belin e saj duke provuar t\u00eb puthitem ashtu nj\u00eb grim\u00ebz p\u00ebr shpin\u00ebn e ngroht\u00eb. Ajo prap\u00eb u ankua, k\u00ebsaj radhe u shtira, b\u00ebra sikur s’d\u00ebgjova gj\u00eb!
\n\u2013 S’vuri kush k\u00ebmb\u00ebn atje, madje as nuk telefonoi kush! \u2013 thash\u00eb symbyllur.
\n\u2013 Nd\u00ebrsa ti i gjori t\u00ebr\u00eb dit\u00ebn i “zhytur n\u00eb mendime dhe n\u00eb pikturat”. Kushedi \u00e7’ke shpikur sot!
\n\u2013 Moj\u2026 nuk shpik gj\u00eb un\u00eb, s’jam Pikaso un\u00eb!<\/p>\n

Pastaj mbret\u00ebroi qet\u00ebsia. Dal\u00ebngadal\u00eb aroma dhe ngroht\u00ebsia e trupit t\u00eb saj ma zbut\u00ebn \u00e7do nerv at\u00eb nat\u00eb, ndieja ta humbisja ndjenj\u00ebn p\u00ebr koh\u00ebn. N\u00eb kllapi m\u00eb b\u00ebhej sikur d\u00ebgjoja z\u00ebrin e \u00ebmb\u00ebl: “Kam nj\u00eb ide\u2026 Uuuu, k\u00ebshtu ti \u00eb\u2026 mir\u00eb fli pra, fli, nes\u00ebr n\u00eb m\u00ebngjes ta them”.
\nM’u b\u00eb sikur buz\u00ebt e saj n\u00eb ballin tim mbet\u00ebn fija e fundit q\u00eb m\u00eb mbante dhe p\u00ebr pak\u00ebz lidhur me bot\u00ebn\u2026<\/p>\n

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\n\u2013 Ke d\u00ebgjuar ti p\u00ebr body art, p\u00ebr artin e ashtuquajtur “body art”, patjeter q\u00eb ke d\u00ebgjuar\u2026? \u2013 m\u00eb pyeti ajo t\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen duke ma v\u00ebn\u00eb p\u00ebrpara kafen\u00eb dhe duke kryq\u00ebzuar duart mbi supin tim.
\nP\u00ebrs\u00ebri m\u00eb trazonte aroma e parfumit t\u00eb saj, p\u00ebrs\u00ebri m\u00eb “guduliste” shum\u00e7ka. Zgjata dor\u00ebn dhe duke e t\u00ebrhequr pas vitheve provova nj\u00eb puthje n\u00eb qaf\u00eb, gjest ky q\u00eb s’desha ta merrte thjesht si “fal\u00ebnderim” p\u00ebr kafen\u00eb. Mir\u00ebpo Maya, si gjithmon\u00eb, e kupton me shpejt\u00ebsi marramend\u00ebse \u00e7do gj\u00eb q\u00eb un\u00eb b\u00ebj apo them. M\u00eb shtyu lehtas dhe duke u zbrampsur me trupin, b\u00ebri sikur i fluturuan mendimet fare diku tjet\u00ebr. Pastaj u ul p\u00ebrball n\u00eb tavolin\u00eb duke m\u00eb shikuar me nj\u00eb n\u00ebnqeshje “djall\u00ebzore”.<\/p>\n

\u2013 Posi\u2026 kam d\u00ebgjuar, natyrisht q\u00eb kam d\u00ebgjuar. Pse pyet?
\n\u2013 Mbr\u00ebm\u00eb, derisa po lexoja m\u00eb lindi nj\u00eb ide. Ke d\u00ebshir\u00eb ta d\u00ebgjosh?
\n\u2013 Patjet\u00ebr, kombinimi i “origjinalitetit” t\u00eb ideve tua dhe i frym\u00ebzimeve t\u00eb “Avangarda-s” padyshim q\u00eb ia vlen. Pa h\u00eb, ta d\u00ebgjojm\u00eb!
\nAjo ndaloi. U mendua p\u00ebr nj\u00eb \u00e7ast, por pa m’i ndar\u00eb syt\u00eb e saj engj\u00ebllor, sa trullonj\u00ebs aq dhe t\u00eb ngroht\u00eb. M\u00eb shikonte ngultazi dhe \u00ebmb\u00eblsisht.
\n\u2013 Shiko\u2026 sa t’ikin f\u00ebmij\u00ebt dua t\u00eb vemi atje\u2026 n\u00eb atelje, dua t’i b\u00ebsh gati kat\u00ebr-pes\u00eb tasa me ngjyr\u00eb, aso ngjyre me t\u00eb cil\u00ebn ti pikturon. Dhe s\u2019ka nevoj\u00eb t\u00eb jet\u00eb “Rembrandt”, b\u00ebn\u00eb dhe m\u00eb e lir\u00eb\u2026 ke ndonj\u00eb lloj? Ke di\u00e7 q\u00eb s’\u00ebsht\u00eb e shtrenjt\u00eb sa “Rembrandt”?
\n\u2013 Po, po kam\u2026 por \u00e7’t\u00eb duhen tasat! \u00c7’t\u00eb duhet ngjyra ty?! \u2013 e shikova me habi.
\n\u2013 Thjesht b\u00ebji gati ti, p\u00ebrgatit nga ato ngjyrat kryesore, plus dy-tri t\u00eb tjera\u2026 dhe m\u00eb prit.<\/p>\n

Pastaj u largua duke i th\u00ebrritur f\u00ebmij\u00ebt me z\u00eb t\u00eb lart\u00eb, me “alarmin e rrejsh\u00ebm” se duhej t\u00eb zbrisnin sa m\u00eb par\u00eb, q\u00eb t’mos vonoheshin\u2026 se ishte b\u00ebr\u00eb von\u00eb, pastaj se ishte duke i pritur me der\u00ebn hapur\u2026
\nPuthjet e f\u00ebmij\u00ebve dhe p\u00ebrk\u00ebdheljet atij m\u00ebngjesi i mora gjysm\u00eb i hutuar. Se si m\u00eb ishte ngulitur n\u00eb mendje k\u00ebrkesa e Mayas. “Vall\u00eb, \u00e7\u2019t\u00eb donte me gjith\u00eb ata tasa ngjyr\u00eb!? T\u00eb thoshte nj\u00eb, por jo\u2026 ajo p\u00ebrmendi kat\u00ebr-pes\u00eb sosh!”.<\/p>\n

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\nShkova n\u00eb studio dhe p\u00ebr pak koh\u00eb u mora me pastrimin dhe v\u00ebnien e gj\u00ebrave n\u00eb vendin e vet. S’vonoi ndoshta as gjysm\u00eb ore, dhe Maya u shfaq n\u00eb der\u00eb si nj\u00eb nimf\u00eb. Rrezet e diellit at\u00eb paradite t\u00eb qershorit sikur m’i merrnin syt\u00eb; isha hutuar pak\u00ebz\u2026 dukej si ato nimfat e Alma-Tademas mb\u00ebshtjellur n\u00eb p\u00eblhura m\u00ebndafshi, si ato bukuroshet n\u00ebp\u00ebr pikturat e tij\u2026 n\u00ebn diellin e Mesdheut.<\/p>\n

Shikimi m\u00eb fluturoi mbi trupin e saj; ishte mbuluar vet\u00ebm me nj\u00eb \u00e7ar\u00e7af t\u00eb bardh\u00eb. Nuk e mohoj, tejdukshm\u00ebria e \u00e7ar\u00e7afit (prap\u00eb) “guduliste tin\u00ebzisht” shum\u00e7ka n\u00eb qenien time prej artisti. Nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb se u habita nga bukuri e saj, as nga ajo surpriz\u00eb e \u00ebmb\u00ebl q\u00eb i kishte shkrepur, por se si mbeta n\u00eb vend p\u00ebr disa \u00e7aste pa nxjerr z\u00eb, goj\u00ebhapur\u2026
\nAjo pa m’i ndar\u00eb syt\u00eb e mbylli der\u00ebn, rrotulloi \u00e7el\u00ebsin dhe u nis drejt mesit t\u00eb studios. Ndaloi, l\u00ebshoi \u00e7ar\u00e7afin p\u00ebrdhe dhe e shtriu me kujdes (thua se ishte ndonj\u00eb kanavac i \u00e7muar i Pollock) gjithnj\u00eb duke m\u00eb shikuar me buz\u00ebqeshjen m\u00eb t\u00eb \u00ebmb\u00ebl n\u00eb bot\u00eb. Pastaj me t’i kapur tasat nj\u00eb nga nj\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u2019i derdhur mbi p\u00eblhur\u00ebn shkel e shko, ideja e saj m’u b\u00eb e qart\u00eb, kristal. Gjith\u00e7ka u kthjellua n\u00eb kok\u00ebn time. Por dhe vet\u00ebm ai “mirazh”, derisa v\u00ebrtitej andej-k\u00ebndej nudo, bardh\u00ebsia qum\u00ebshtore, bukuria magjeps\u00ebse, shikimi p\u00ebrv\u00eblonj\u00ebs, ve\u00e7 m\u00eb kishin trazuar\u2026<\/p>\n

Dhe s’humb\u00ebm koh\u00eb, sakaq u gjend\u00ebm duke pikturuar me zjarrin e me afshin ton\u00eb, sa andej-k\u00ebtej, duke provuar teknik\u00ebn\u2026 q\u00eb kurr\u00eb m\u00eb par\u00eb as mendja s’m\u00eb kishte vajtur. Natyrisht, koha qe ndalur. Nuk qe vet\u00ebm p\u00ebrhumbja jon\u00eb mbi p\u00eblhur\u00ebn e qullosur, por dhe shum\u00e7ka tjet\u00ebr u b\u00eb “mix”. U kombinuan me sakt\u00ebsi matematikore t\u00eb rast\u00ebsis\u00eb\u2026 ngjyrat nga tasat e Mayas, origjinaliteti i saj dhe ideja, frym\u00ebzimi hyjnor, talenti im dhe pasioni, dashuria\u2026
\nShkurt, u kombinuan t\u00eb gjith\u00eb faktor\u00ebt q\u00eb t\u00eb ngjizej nj\u00eb vep\u00ebr maestrale artistike.<\/p>\n

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\nDhe “maestralja” u v\u00ebrtetua shum\u00eb shpejt\u00eb, si e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb e pakontestueshme, u kthye n\u00eb nj\u00eb fakt q\u00eb s’mund t\u00eb ndryshohet m\u00eb.
\nS’vonoi shum\u00eb dhe ajo piktur\u00eb me autor\u00ebsi t\u00eb dyfisht\u00eb (anise k\u00ebt\u00eb detaj, p\u00ebr ca arsye t\u00eb shoshitura mir\u00eb nga un\u00eb dhe Maya, e kemi mbajtur sekret) u b\u00eb aq e famshme, madje kaloi disa her\u00eb p\u00ebrtej oqeanit q\u00eb t’ekspozohej n\u00ebp\u00ebr muzeume t\u00eb ndryshme. (Maya s’pati kurr\u00eb di\u00e7 kund\u00ebr q\u00eb piktura ta mbante p\u00ebrgjithmon\u00eb vet\u00ebm signatur\u00ebn time. Ideja pati qen\u00eb e saj, dhe shum\u00e7ka tjet\u00ebr\u2026 por ja q\u00eb bujaria e saj s\u2019njeh kufi).
\nPiktura jon\u00eb, me p\u00ebrmasat e nj\u00eb \u00e7ar\u00e7afi, jo vet\u00ebm q\u00eb u shit aty p\u00ebr aty, por e “hoq\u00ebm qafet” me nj\u00eb \u00e7mim marramend\u00ebs. \u00c7mim q\u00eb, p\u00ebr hir t\u00eb s\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00ebs, s’do kisha guxuar kurr\u00eb ta hapja goj\u00ebn (as n\u00eb shtat\u00eb jet\u00eb t\u00eb mia artistike!)\u2026 sikur t’mos qe vet\u00eb pronari i galeris\u00eb ai q\u00eb do t’ma trazonte mendjen dhe shpirtin.<\/p>\n

Pothuaj sa s’me pati pushuar zemra, gati sa nuk u shemba p\u00ebrtok\u00eb at\u00eb dit\u00eb.
\nMeq\u00eb s’isha i sigurt p\u00ebr ato \u00e7’m\u00eb d\u00ebgjonin vesh\u00ebt, meq\u00eb nuk m\u00eb mbanin k\u00ebmb\u00ebt\u2026 me gryk\u00eb t\u00eb shterruar e duke u dridhur si purteka i thash\u00eb pronarit t\u00eb Galeris\u00eb “Avangarda” se do doja t\u00eb konsulltohesha dhe me Noterin, dhe se n\u00eb mbr\u00ebmje do ta th\u00ebrrisja p\u00ebr t’konfirmuar shitjen.<\/p>\n

N\u00eb fakt, renda si i marr\u00eb n\u00eb preh\u00ebr t\u00eb Mayas: “m\u00eb mbaj t\u00eb lutem\u2026 k\u00ebshtu e k\u00ebshtu ka ndodhur, kaq ka propozuar ai shkurtabiqi faqekuq i “Avangarda-s”, m\u00eb thuaj se jam mir\u00eb n\u00eb mendje, m\u00eb thuaj s’jam tretur\u2026”.
\nLe q\u00eb isha mir\u00eb dhe nj\u00eb men\u00e7urak (k\u00ebt\u00eb siguri ma ofroi ajo aty p\u00ebr aty), por fal\u00eb gjenialitetit t\u00eb Mayas dhe pra, forcave t\u00eb p\u00ebrbashk\u00ebta artistike, sot jemi mjaft t\u00eb pasur e t\u00eb respektuar gjithandej n\u00ebp\u00ebr bot\u00eb. S’dua t\u00eb them “milioner\u00eb”, ting\u00ebllon ndoshta si mburrje, a si gryk\u00ebsi. S’ka as r\u00ebnd\u00ebsi kjo, tekefundit.
\nPor nj\u00eb gj\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb e sigurt: s’ka art pa dashuri, tashm\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00ebse e qart\u00eb kjo, si kristali\u2026 e kthjell\u00ebt \u00ebsht\u00eb!<\/p>\n

(Ilustrimi: Emma Hack – “Body Art”)<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

MAYA DHE AVANGARDA S. Guraziu, 2008 (Humoresk\u00eb) Emma Hack – “Body Art” Nuk i kujtoj me aq d\u00ebshir\u00eb ato koh\u00eb, por ja\u2026 p\u00ebr artdash\u00ebsit e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb s\u2019dua t\u00eb mbaj gj\u00eb n\u00eb mjegull. V\u00ebrtet ishin dit\u00eb t\u00eb r\u00ebnda artistike; isha futur… Lexo →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2776","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-humoreska"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/letrat.eu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2776","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/letrat.eu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/letrat.eu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/letrat.eu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/letrat.eu\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2776"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/letrat.eu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2776\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/letrat.eu\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2776"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/letrat.eu\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2776"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/letrat.eu\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2776"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}