When i came to England i brought a book of russian fairytales with me. I knew that, at some point i would need to go back in time and remember the age when i didn't need high heels to be happy. I have proved myself right this saturday when i took the book from the shelf and read 3 stories. I felt so happy to see that poeple do live happily ever after.
What i love most about my fairytale books are the simple drawings they contain. They look like caricatures but they tell a story of their own completing the meaning of the written words. I think i understand now why little children prefer drawings and cartoons to reading. Words tend to dictate their meaning and they keep you still. A drawing, however, tells the story you want it to tell. A few thin lines can say what a sentence can never make you dream.
But where have all the old drawings dissappeared? When i was little, the colours on the page would mix and become fluid and uncatchable. I would sink my eyes for a while and receive the long awaited nightmare for doing so. Now i have a high-tech printer. I was excitingly told that it can give me the perfect stills. It can, i almost think they are real. The pictures of these times don't move and they seem to cover a lot. They stop people from thinking and seeing.
We have created things that can give us everything; or they can give perfection. For the sake of my friends, i wish i were a caricature with one eye bigger than the other.