SATJE
—
med in čas

Iz ritma čebel, iz tišine narave, nastajajo predmeti za trenutke miru. Vizualna in materialna zbirka,
ki raziskuje ritem, čas in tišino. Navdihnjena z gibanjem čebel, njihovo strukturo in ravnovesjem.

From the rhythm of beesand the stillness of nature emerge objects for moments of calm.
A collection that explores rhythm, time, and silence — inspired by movement, structure,
and balance.

o strukturi, gibanju in času
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1
Ni vse, kar nima oblike,
brez smisla.
Včasih se zdi, da se stvari razpadajo,
da linije ne sledijo ničemur,
da ni reda.
A če ostaneš dovolj dolgo,
opaziš:
gibanje se ponavlja
kaplja vedno pade
linija se vrne.
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Not everything without form
is without meaning.
Sometimes it feels
like things are falling apart,
like lines lead nowhere,
like there is no order.
But if you stay long enough,
you begin to notice:
movement repeats,
a drop always falls,
a line always returns somewhere.

2
Struktura ne potrebuje popolnosti.
V naravi ni ravnih robov,
a vse drži skupaj.
Satje niso narisana z ravnilom,
pa vendar nosijo težo,
življenje,
čas.
Tudi človek ni zgrajen simetrično.
Pa vseeno stoji.
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3
Kar izgleda kot naključje,
je pogosto le ritem,
ki ga še ne razumemo.
Čebele ne razmišljajo o poti.
Plešejo.
In v tem gibu
nastane smer.
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Structure does not require perfection.
In nature, there are no straight edges,
yet everything holds.
Honeycombs are not drawn with precision,
yet they carry weight,
life,
time.
A human is not built symmetrically,
yet still stands
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What looks like randomness
is often just a rhythm
we do not yet understand.
Bees do not think about direction.
They move.
And within that movement, a path appears.
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4
Čas ni vedno hiter.
Včasih se zgodi kot med:
počasi, gosto, tiho.
Ne sili.
Ne razlaga se.
Samo teče.

5
Mir ne pride,
ko je vse urejeno.
Pride, ko sprejmeš,
da ne bo nikoli popolno.
Ko vidiš,
da tudi nepopolno diha.
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Time is not always fast.
Sometimes it moves like honey:
slow, dense, quiet.
It does not rush.
It does not explain itself.
It simply flows.
Stillness does not come
when everything is arranged.
It comes
when you accept
that it never will be.
When you see
that even the imperfect
breathes.
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6
Morda življenje ni stvar nadzora.
Morda je bolj podobno satju:
nekaj zgrajenega,
nekaj organsko nastalega,
nekaj, kar drži skupaj
brez razlage.
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7
Zato ne išči popolne linije.
Išči tisto,
ki se premika.
Ne išči popolne oblike.
Išči tisto, ki živi.
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Perhaps life is not about control.
Perhaps it is closer to a honeycomb:
partly built,
partly grown,
held together
without explanation.

So do not look for a perfect line.
Look for the one
that moves.
Do not look for a perfect form.
Look for the one
that lives.