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About
Me...
My first memories are connected with drawing. Sometimes
I think I started to draw before I started to talk. That sounds right,
since even today I communicate better with lines than with words. I am
certain that vocal communication is overrated, limited by dialect,specific
culture and linguistic region. Every translation into a different language
loses some of the words beauty, power, meaning. But the drawing is unique,
and yet accessible and understandable; it doesn't need translation, and
yet offers itself to different interpretations. It encourages thought
and and imagination.I don't understand the question: "What does this
drawing mean?". What I am trying to show is less important than what
you want to see. Of course, my drawings and picrures are trying to get
your attention, to say something, but if you ask me to retel what I have
drawn, I feel as you would if I asked you to draw what you say.
About Doomsday Graphics...
Somethimes people sarcasticaly ask me about my drawings
and graphics, "Man, what do you dream
about?".What I draw (unfortunately) doesn't come from dreams, but
from reality. Of course, we don't see creatures walking around sewing
their lips shut, nor children whose faces have grown together with gas
masks, but if you want to enter someone's mind, you have to shock. Maybe
this will sound strange, but I consider my drawings beautiful, sometimes
much more than what they have been inspired by. Doomsday Graphics is the
offspring of my attempt to stay sane and aware in system that doesn't
appreciate sanity and awareness. The womb where fetus was created is my
feelings and brain, and seed wich has fertilized it, is the doom of civilisation
of the masters and of the slaves...
A diary of defeat, destruction, and extinction; a dictionary of lies.
A flashback from amnesiac mind, a butcher of emotions. A catalyst of past
and future, condemned to the present. A camera of Judgment Day. A freak
show mirror - laugh at the distorted reflections of your apathy! No, we
don't sell the truth, we don't keep it here... We don't have license.
We don't know where the beginning is, and we don't want to follow the
false tracks of their history to find it. The end is too close to see
its totality; we frame its pieces and stick them in the family album.
Our hands are clean, our eyes empty, we wait in line... Today they hand
out canned lies and powdered death. I'ts ok. We'll survive somehow.
Fertilized with force, Born in blood, Raised with precision, Fed on herbicide! |
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The Most Important
Exhibitions
1995. Zlatno Pero (Belgrade/ Serbia; group
exhibition)
1998. Alternative Cultural Centre "Subhaus" (Sombor/ Serbia)
1998. - 2000. Spontaneus presentations in Slovenia, Macedonia, Hungary,
Romania, Croatia.
2000. Attack! (Zagreb/ Croatia)
2001. Salon Mladih (Zagreb/ Croatia; group exhibition)
2001. Klub Scena (Novi Sad; Serbia)
2002. Trienale Crteza (Rijeka/ Croatia; group exhibition)
2003. Dom Omladine (Belgrade/ Serbia; together with Damir Pavic - Septic)
2003. Galerija Otvorenog Univerziteta (Subotica/ Serbia; together with
Andrea Tomasevic - Shaved Women)
2005. Balkan Anarchist Bookfair (Zagreb/ Croatia; book promotion and exhibition
together with Andrea Tomasevic - Shaved Women)
2005. Anarcho/ Feminist Festival (Skoplje/ Macedonia; book promotion and
exhibition together with Andrea Tomasevic - Shaved Women)
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