Dedicated to his parents Stephana and Christophor Koinakovi and his sons, Emiliyan and Svetlan with gratitude.
Gorna Oryahovitsa
Vanya Hristoforova Koinakova was born in city Lyaskovets, area Veliko Turnovo of 02/19/1953 yrs.
Graduated High School "George Izmirliev" in Gorna Oryahovitsa in 1971 yrs.
In 1976 yrs. graduated in Pharmacy
Faculty of Medical Academy - Sofia.
In 2000 yrs. published a book of short fiction - "Debris" alias Christina Koinak.
In 2004 yrs. makes a solo exhibition
graphic drawings in Gorna Oryahovitsa.
Gorna Oryahovitsa, PO 5100
Tel: +359887711742
Email: vanina_gorna.net
My favorite picture!
Necessary and sufficient condition
Everyone will agree that our lives there are times when going with us something that seemingly is within obichaynostta, but later realize that it just was not so accidental, nor so simple as just it has fostered a kind of start, reveal a new path of endless maze paths painted our life time.
Such a "start button" for me was a visit to an ophthalmologist where I happened to hear quite frightening forecast for his eyesight, which I literally bristled hair .... of course, immediately I felt despair enveloped me with shivering its sticky, wet embrace and I caught that hardly am able to think about anything but this - what to do while I still see well ......... to leave it to their children ... Is it because one always feels pressured by circumstances or just like it should have, but my thought of my version of Action was one - to draw from ... I love this little exercise , but I am not enough time remained for him, or rather is not reached motivatsiyaga me to dedicate to him. Now, however, was different ... I started to paint with a particular feeling. In my view seems to have been pripleli despair, will and love. But in a painful knot found their niche and something else - my ironic smile, because I could not see the sides, and I like a man who does not write his "legacy" and it drew ...
I heard many revelations about the creative process in which expressions such as - get wire to something ... "".... and I am not alone when I make ...". I was deeply impressed, but of course I did not realize the importance their. Well, for me was it was time to figure it out and feel with all its magic and beauty.
The subjects of my drawings I came up easily, they just were questions surrounding reality, to experience my life experience, were keen to find an explanation, to find an answer, response, which naturally give rise to new questions ... painting, I / almost / fluid dialogue, - dialogue, not monologue, because if one party was myself, with my ideas and understandings of the world, it proved that appears and the other part, dick, whose presence I felt when browsing through your pictures zavarshenate .. She - finished drawing, always comes, bringing the response to question even that does not bother me at the moment and I knew that I gave it. I would not like to think however that my painting has something to do with what automatic writing and drawing phenomenal figures / which I've heard / who frantically scribble on paper, feeling his hand driven by a formidable force, can be stop until it wishes. When I was getting another. I painted for hours, but without them I feel as I expected a surprise - interesting, exciting and somewhat respectable surprise, since most times happen that "move" the picture at some point I broke away and started to lead me alone . It was not difficult to understand that the less you try to "see" endings, the more interesting was happening, so just let your hand ..
My favorite picture is the perpetuum mobile, perhaps because it meeting between the conscious and subconscious get the most well.Why dare to say such a thing, you will understand by telling you how to paint is all.I asked became a symbol of love and of course , I thought of several, but one of them - namely arms, drew me most many.I started to paint a hug, but there in that moment / that does not come always, but this time came / I I realized that the figures painted by me acquire some sort stiliziranost and simplicity of the lines that I had not thought before, then again, somehow suddenly received this outline of the heart and lines that resemble the imprint of human fingers ... I'll admit really glad that the result and at this exciting moment for me came to me and name-Perpetum Mobile .... I wanted to scream with joy. Yeah! This is it - the real engine eternal - love, it moves the world and it is encoded in our human nature, indeed, not hatred and malice ...
Similarly, very interesting way for me, were born and some other drawings - Androgin; dualism; HIERARCHY / triggers many questions /; ORGASM, everything is love, necessary and sufficient condition and other.
My discovery that the painting is a symbol of our thoughts, our inner world, I say discovery because one has to read somewhere about this and quite another thing to convince any claim personally, so exactly what my discovery enriched me, make me feel different, like for me to open another window of knowledge, a window, I think, has the highest percentage of truth because no matter how conscious we will participate in the process of painting, always, somewhere there, steals a truth for us, a truth that surprising ...
The price to be true
Communicating with people we can not but notice that everyone seems to have a role to say some. Even slightly resembling the roles of others, our own role remains very different from the others, and it so that once felt alone and separated from his entourage, man or wish to adjust by changing themselves and thus drive away the feeling of loneliness or becoming an observer of what is happening. This choice we make this depending on how you judge what to see among the vast variety of human personalities. Awareness of our own nature is the moment when you feel sentient beings, while we are still children. Even then, even before we have accumulated enough life experience, we know that not everything you show others by their actions, we want to do it the same way that something in us if we stop one, and leads us to another , directing us to follow the path of his own conviction, although it is distinct. Our children's vague sense of what we have, over the years is clearing completely. Only we know and it becomes our secret that we're still the same as we were at the beginning of his life, despite the influence of upbringing and environment in which we lived. Seeing is different from their parents than their brothers and sisters, of friends and this knowledge slightly confuses us. Why? Because it is difficult to define itself and find its place among the matrix of right and wrong, among them thousands of criteria for good and bad that our indoctrination from childhood tangle of requirements, rules and regulations. This fear appears and enslaved our dependence on foreign evaluations scored our most dangerous vortex from which exit, manipulative hidden for convenience nature and the outside appearing to others as shiny and perfect product of fictional rules.
Selected hypocrisy man is capable of particularly high amenity on which course and we can recognize it. So it just pours from it in large quantities because it is false and not invest in it nothing of himself, his kindness has no drop goodness, cold and manipulative, but always failed to impress others and to cause their admiration. Hypocrites are intoxicate of its ability to deceive, it appears almost as a divine puppeteer and at one point, enjoying his success, decided that once managed to make others believe his game, he has more of them. In a meeting with another Jesuit obtained something like a duel, a challenge that can not be omitted, and that in any case. Outwit each other typically alternates with a temporary alliance against the often changing common enemy when they feel almost happy, because they are not alone in its badness.
As a good connoisseur of human nature, they know its weak points, its susceptibility to know where to turn to like themselves they act one way and another is their strategy when they meet with the complete opposite of himself - man who has chosen to be always the way it is, whether won or lost by selection. The first, which makes the handle in this case is to verify that the other is different from it. Paradoxical fact is, but we humans, although constantly urge difference in each other, for some reason, albeit briefly believe that the other is the same - so good man thinks everyone else is good and bad, that all are bad ... Therefore hypocrites at the beginning did not believe much that there is such a strange breed of human to him, namely the man and then normal, which refuses to drink from this supreme elixir, as is the pleasure "to lead someone by the nose", "to spend dry across the Danube, "" to enter into his skin. " Not believe that someone could be so warped to appear as it is becoming vulnerable to human clay, which at once will try to become a part of yourself. So he thinks, and proceed with extreme caution. You know perfectly how to handle attacks strikes him - necessarily in the same style, hypocrites remains his first contact with the man of truth, which naturally is a good man. So what gets hypocrites in response to an attempt to "tossed" is breathtaking in it terribly unpleasant way - goodness ... I felt like suddenly slapped, confident experimenter lasted only a split second glance and benevolent smile of the other , then quickly turns away and leaves the battlefield ... It repeatedly switching its strategy, now with slightly decreased guard goal - well, it can not be "rotated finger" at least be less curve damn, happy smile that forgetful, Martian fallen from heaven, where ever it is fun ... Again, success is not, but instead come sarcasm, envy, ridicule and animosity, acting en masse and cuts like a guillotine his sentence - he is just stupid and it great! ... It must now spell it, most offensive thing to tell you that stupid ... But the surprises with the man of truth does not stop. Although he realized that was declared a fool, he scratched his chin and replied back with the constant smile - everyone knows him ... then wished all - success in life ...
