»My name is Dusa (which in translation refers to soul) and incidentally I connect a large portion of my existence to the meaning of soul. To me soul is important, is inconceivable, weightless, cannot die, doesn't crease or mould, and doesn’t get moth-eaten - at least not by those real ones. Soul I believe belongs to unearthly extensions; as caretaker of my own soul I try to get well along with it. Sometimes I even »prey for it - and I wish it a heavenly happiness in – haven'. I often think to myself: 'I'd sell my soul to be able to express all I think – that I think, all that I feel all my moods… so that I can get to the heart of the soul and - paint it. But of course, my soul is priceless, is not for sale, does not change according to daily changes of currency value and can not be the matter of stock exchange. Soul is my name and soul is me – Dusha. I repeat the well known mantra - about a rainbowy mixture of - foolishness and pain, I agree with it and I sign it up as Dus(sh)a J(Y)esih. «
Dusa Jesih, painter, Ljubljana, may 2006, Slovenia, Europe
Dusa Jesih, painter, Ljubljana, may 2006, Slovenia, Europe