A Lesson of Harmony

by Doris Kareva

As a child of four or five, I used to long for paints and paper, so that I could draw to my heart’s content. My father gave me a piece of the most ordinary kind of brown cardboard, a glass of water and a fine paintbrush, and said: this is all we need. To prove his words, he took the wet brush and sketched a landscape on the cardboard. By the time he reached the bottom corner, the top of the picture already started to fade. For me, this magical boundless landscape has remained the symbol of human existence. Our means are limited, our possibilities limitless. >>

Translating Kareva

by Miriam McIlfatrick-Ksenofontov


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