Art Gallery by Suzana Stojanović

I daren't write by chance (because in one of our e-mails, whose existence makes me extremely happy) Suzana wrote that, in different situations in life, "by chance" sometimes means "just an excuse for inexplicable", but that's exactly how I clicked on her magical web page.
As a great lover of horses and their world, as a horse rider, I was astonished by what Suzana's paintings, her biography and accompanying stories revealed to me. The paintings and that stream of tender reflections illustrate beauty, warmth, nobleness, feelings and intelligence of both her and those magical creatures. It's a unique union of a man and a horse. I know it all too well. It's hard to achieve it and feel it but that's exactly what Suzana has managed to do, understanding the depth of a strong, masculine body that gives a sense of power; each vein on the neck that is pulsating; the sincerity of a horse's eye, no matter what that eye wants to tell us at a certain moment - that it's in fear, that it is grateful for our breath being united with its widened nostrils, that it's grateful for a lump of sugar, for given sweetness and love, for bales of hay or oats that it takes as a child takes chocolate...It's an honest creature. Honesty is hard to find in humans. And once one finds it, they should know how to put that on canvas and into words. "While I'm creating I always believe that someone somewhere far away might touch my soul in some of my paintings, in some of my stories" - says Suzana. I would say that she has touched my soul, and other souls as well, understanding them in a particularly subtle way. I'd call her "the ambassador of nobleness".
Each painting is magnificent, each story is wonderful.
While I'm reading Memories, that subtle and sophisticated story, I feel sad, my throat tightens because that story describes my life, my reflections on memories that are, as she says "the house of treasure", reflections on my family that doesn't exist anymore, on all those magnificent everyday things and details that made life with my parents wonderful. They were exceptional parents. And after that, there is a bunch of memories left - the warm, beautiful and cheerful ones, but also the ones that bring pain. All of that Suzana united in a wonderful story, perhaps my favourite, though it's not fair to isolate any of them from that abundance that represents a true remedy for us, because in each of them I find pieces of the mosaic of my own life.
Her painting, narration, violin playing (because Suzana is an artist in that as well), and her gift gave her the ability to unite it all and make, both for her and us, a step forward, I'd say a step into the world, the same world we all strive for, or at least say we do, but which we demolish and destroy: the world of beautiful things, children and wonderful creatures in the world of animals and fairy tales.
God, bless us with more perfection like this one.

Bojim se napisati slučajno (jer je jednom u našem korespondiranju, za koje sam ja izuzetno sretna da postoji, Suzana za  "slučajno" u raznim životnim događanjima, napisala da je to  "ponekad samo izgovor za neobjašnjivo"), ali upravo tako sam jednom kliknula na tu njenu magičnu web stranicu.
Kao "bolesni" zaljubljenik u konje i njihov svijet, kao jahačica, ostala sam astonished s onime što su mi Suzanine slike, njena biografija i popratne priče otkrili. Slike i ta topla razmišljanja u "potocima" oslikavaju ljepotu, toplinu, plemenitost, osjećaje, inteligenciju nje same  i tih magičnih stvorenja. Poseban je to spoj čovjeka i konja. Ja to jako dobro poznajem. Teško je to postići i osjetiti, a Suzana je upravo to pronašla i u to prodrla. U tu dubinu snažnog, mišićavog  tijela koje daje osjećaj moći, u svaku žilu na vratu koja kuca, u iskrenost konjskog oka, bez obzira što nam u nekom momentu to oko želi poručiti; da je u strahu, da je zahvalan za naš dah koji se spojio s njegovim raširenim nozdrvama, da je zahvalan za kocku šećera, za pruženu dragost i ljubav, za hrpu sijena ili zobi koju dočeka kao dijete čokoladu… To je iskreno stvorenje. Iskrenost se teško nalazi u ljudskom rodu. A to onda treba znati pretočiti na platno i u riječi. "Dok stvaram ja uvek verujem da će možda neko tamo daleko da dodirne moju dušu u nekoj od mojih slika, u nekoj od mojih priča." - kaže Suzana.  A ja bih rekla da je ona takla i na posebno suptilan način prodrla u moju dušu, naše duše. Nazvala bih je  "ambasadoricom plemenitosti".
Svaka je slika prekrasna, svaka je priča prekrasna.
"Sećanja" - kad to čitam,  tu suptilnu i istančanu priču,  teško mi je, grlo se stisne, jer sam u tome našla svoj život, svoja razmišljanja o uspomenama koje su, kako ona kaže "kuća blaga", o svojoj obitelji koja više ne postoji, o tolikim krasnim malim svakodnevnim stvarima i detaljima  koje su činile divan život uz moje roditelje. Iznimne roditelje. A onda  ostaje obilje uspomena, toplih i lijepih, veselih, ali i onih koje donose bol. Sve je to Suzana stopila u divnu priču, meni možda najdražu, iako nije fer bilo koju izdvajati iz tog obilja koje su nama istinski lijek. Jer, u svakoj pronađem kamenčiće mozaika svojeg života.
Njeno slikanje, njeno pripovijedanje – kao njeno preludiranje na violini,  jer Suzana je i u tome umjetnik. Dakle,  njen dar dao joj je mogućnost da to sve stopi i učini i sebi i nama iskorak, rekla bih u svijet, onaj svijet za kojim svi žudimo, ili barem pričamo da žudimo, a kojega toliko rušimo i uništavamo; svijet lijepoga,  djece, predivnih stvorenja u svijetu  životinja, bajki.
Bože, podari nam više ovakvih  posebnosti.