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Neki dan čitam prvo u JL, a poslije naletim u Guardian On-Line, o izložbi Imagine Art After. Zapamtila sam vijest po tome što sam nakon jaaaaako dugo vremena pročitala ime Brede Beban i sjetila se Hrvoja Horvatića, Bebinog partnera s kojim je zajednički radila na art projektima.

Nije prošlo nekoliko dana, igrom slučaja kupim Charlotte Cotton - "The Photograph As Contemporary Art", i listajući, naletim na Bredinu fotku "The Miracle of Death" iz 2000. Nažalost, image nisam našla on-line.

U knjizi, pokraj Bredine fotografije piše:
"Beban's visual diary of moving the box of ashes of her artistic and life partner from room to room in their home starkly narrates her loss...".

I tako saznam da je Hrvoje umro.
Googlajući saznam da se to dogodilo 1997.

Hrvoja sam upoznala 1990. kada smo i on i ja vrlo kratko radili na TV Zagreb. Već sljedeće godine on i Breda su odselili u London.
U to doba sam bila još vrlo mlada cura s malim djetetom koja se baš nije najbolje snalazila u TV Katedrali Inflatornih Ega. U ekipi s kojom sam se susrela, Horvatić je bio jedini lik s talentom i nekim vražjim integritetom. Danas me ne iznenađuje da je kao takav (talentiran i normalan) ujedno bio i najljubazniji kolega na kojeg je jedna klinka mogla naletiti.
Jako me ražalostila (kasna) vijest o njegovoj smrti.

Zamišljati život nakon gubitka voljene osobe mazohizam je u kakav se momentalno ne želim upuštati.

Tražeći Bredinu fotku za ilustraciju ovog bloga, naletila sam na pjesmu istoimenog naslova:

"The Miracle of Death"
D.P. Groberg

The souls on the other side of the veil
Must be waiting for our last ship to sail
Joyously saying at our final breath
Thank heaven for the miracle of death

But here, our crude body returns to dirt
Leaving friends and family feeling hurt
Missing the love they have come to expect
As they say good-bye and pay their respect

It's been said that as the years will go by
There are some of us required to die
This supreme sacrifice they're asked to give
In order that some continue to live

The threads of life are measured by Gods hand
The length of which we cannot understand
And through we know their soul the Lord will tend
It's always painful to watch a life end

If only we could look beyond the screen
Perhaps to know what our passing will mean
Then we may feel good drawing the last breath
And thank God for the miracle of death


Post je objavljen 07.11.2005. u 13:34 sati.