Stevica Ponorac

I believe there is a force in this world that lives beneath the surface, something primitive and wild that awakens when you need an extra push just to survive, like wildflowers that bloom after fire turns the forest black. Most people are afraid of it, and keep it buried deep inside themselves...

I don't know how, but I was drawn to horses as if they were magnets when I was a child. It was in my blood since then ....

For me a horse is the projection of peoples' dreams about themselves - strong, powerful, beautiful - and it has the capability of giving us escape from our mundane existence are afraid of it, and keep it buried deep inside themselves

Having a horse as animal points to how free you feel to express yourself in life. The horse is an animal that is domesticated by humans, but maintains a strong energy and drive of its own. As a power animal, it relates to your ability to express yourself freely and assertively in social environments such as work or school, or in closer circles of family and friends.

When reflecting on your spirit , if you see the horse running wild, it could be worth reflection on positive and negative meanings. On the positive side, a horse running free is a sign that your drive to be free and express yourself freely is strong and alive.
On the negative side, a horse running wild could symbolize a part of your personality or emotions that are hard to manage and are running your life instead of you running it...

His name is Gringo (Dashing Knight IRL- Golden Spring SRB). Born on April 17th 2013. He is never been raced , because I don't want it . He is my soul - not my money . His grandfather was Yugoslavian champion Atlantik who had so much wining , and he was payed cheap - only 1600£ as a 2 years old in that time.... But there is also a blood in his veins, from his father and his mother side, of another great Northern Dancer

The horse is a mirror of our soul ... Sometimes you might not like what you see... Sometimes you will

When I look at him, I know that he is not just my horse ... He is my dream. He is my happiness, he is my heart . He is my laughter , he is my teacher – he is my sanity ... He is the best part of me

And where in this wide world you can find nobility without pride,
Friendship without envy, or beauty without vanity?
Here, where grace is served with muscle
And strength by gentleness confined
He serves without servility; he has fought without enmity.
There is nothing so powerful, nothing less violent.
There is nothing so quick, nothing more patient.

He moves like a dancer, which is not surprising; a horse is a beautiful animal, but it is perhaps most remarkable because it moves as if it always hears music

photo- Stevica Ponorac

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Golden Age of my favorite queen

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Queen Elizabeth I as inspiration for my design and handmade couture corset of silk ....

Queen Elizabeth I and her times have left behind an extraordinary image of a dazzling era of excitement and achievement, nearly superhuman heroes and daring deeds, with the Queen, larger than life, radiating inspiration at the center of it all. Elizabeth began to be held in almost supernatural awe throughout Europe, and to her own subjects she became a sort of secular saint. As she became older, Elizabeth increasingly transformed herself into a national symbol. With her majestic dress and bearing and her renowned intelligence, she represented the splendor and power of England.

Reborn.Dragon by Stevica Ponorac couture silk corset
photography Stevica Ponorac
handmade - Serbia / Serbian designer

Something I have always admired about Elizabeth was her strength. I think it took a lot to be a woman during that time and especially to be the daughter of a “wishy washy” king. Women during the 16th century were like pieces in a game of chess. They were moved around and put into positions that could better benefit the family as a whole. Elizabeth was no different. I think the strength that she had came about due to her upbringing. During those times, Elizabeth would have been expected to just except what the king did or said and move on with it. This very thought though is what brought about her intense desire to prove everyone wrong. She knew what was said about her (that she was called a bastard) and I think this gave her a thirst to try to make up for everything that was done to her because of that. I deeply admire her strength for not only enduring what she did, but also once she became queen she was a fair and just queen. I praise her for standing up against all odds and becoming the woman that she became.
Lastly, the thing that I find so amazing about Elizabeth was her determination. She was determined to make England a better place—even despite the fact that she was extremely scared and didn’t know what to do at first.

She was a woman of great power before women even really had that power and the best thing about her being queen finally (I think) is that it was a slap in the face to all who doubted her and who wished she were a boy instead of a girl. It makes me sad to think that the little baby, who was born to a mother who eventually was scorned and executed, became this wonderful powerful woman who lived and died without ever truly knowing her mother and without both her mother and father being able to see what she did for England. On the other hand though, it makes me happy because she did what no one thought she could do and I think that’s what truly led her to become who she was and for her to be so determined to show that her father indeed should have been ecstatic when she was born, for he was looking into the face of the future queen of England. Not only the future queen of England, in fact, he was looking into the face of England’s favourite queen.

One of her mottoes was "video et taceo" ("I see, and say nothing")

Elizabeth had an erect posture and very pale skin, which people said practically glowed. Her aquiline nose and reddish-gold hair reminded everyone of her father, Henry VIII, fondly remembered as a strong and decisive leader of the nation. She had extremely long, slender hands and fingers

In old age, her voice was reported as high and shrill. Elizabeth was also an expert horsewoman, who loved to ride her horse at a gallop, frightening everyone (including Master of the Horse Robert Dudley) with her equestrian antics. She mastered the art of appearing stately and regal when it mattered, but in private, she moved and walked quickly. Her obsession with dancing was famous, and she enjoyed watching dancers as much as she liked to dance herself. She loved fine clothing and jewelry, and her attire was the height of glamour and fashion in the period.