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Attic Studio Paintings
Many paintings stacked and behind other paintings, in corners, underneath tables, in windows and under carpets. There are also clothes, brushes and sketch books with thousands of drawings and sketches that I will wish to show. I want to be able to reveal to you the truth of a life and of lives around us. The life of literature, faces and places, gospel traces of mystery and chance, of love and romance, beauty, the "busy hour", fallen cell phones, flicking cigarettes and lovers on a bench, sniffing and stroking each other's hair. (2005)
I believe God finds his way into my studio at times. He visits me. He holds me. I kiss his feet. To tell you the truth, I sometimes think of my studio as a sanctuary, as a place of hiding and healing and at times, yes, horror and cries from hell. For most of the time I feel whole when I am resting, painting, reading or sketching in there. Sometimes I am distracted by areas left unpainted, stealing me away from my studies.(2005)
She Bleeds, she is stripped naked in the streets, like a baking worM looking for moist dirt, looking for the medicine man, her purse empty, the doctors sucked her dry of cash and coin, they spat on her, 'you untouchable, flee from me, you bug!', she crawls, she bawls, wails, screams, moans, cramps, the pain, the pain, the pain, the pain is insane, stepped on, bloody red sky, cigarette thrown on the ground with red lipstick on the tip, she was once that woman, wealthy with long cigarettes, puffing only once, and then throwing it on the ground, with lots of red lipstick, yes, she was once that woman, until she bled and she bled and she bled, "O Hem!", she screams, "I see You, I see You so close!" The earth shakes in the face, in the glory of Christ's face, it the trembles, it stops, time pauses, slows down, the woman and that mysterious man lock eyes. Love happens, miracle happens. (2005)
What happens to you when you look at this painting? Pink, orange, flesh of a woman? Who's muddy mixed foot is that she is pecking at with her lips? Mary MAgdalene? The woman who broke the alabaster jar and sank to JEsus' feet and kissed them and wiped them with her tears and dried them with her hair? She is naked, she has no secrets, she is a prostitute. What about those men in the background? I think they have seen her naked before when their wives were sleeping. They abused her. The position, is it pornographic? Does she kneel or crouch down, like a prostitute to a man's penis? It may seem like that to some, what is it that you think? It is the fooT, the foot of a maN who somehow shudders us, a man we utter on our tongues when we bang our own foot. (2005)
expulsion
al's face on the door
al's face on the door
May 2006 - I've been filling my mind with aesthetics and philosophy. It has been opening many doors. To sift, to process, to understand, words. These words given form, given body. The feeling of bodies. The feeling of words... The bridge speaks all languages. It tilts. It spills. It has no home, just temporarily renting out this space.
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This art is powerful and strikingly persuasive in bringing its point. Humanity. Whatever connotation that word may have for anyone. Humanity as a whole, as an individual who could never be known but also never forgotten once after seeing him or her, humanity as emotional expression of faith, hopelessness and belief at the same time. Humanity as love for other human beings, way of pulling them out of anonymity of suffering.
This art might be seen as the engaged and applied in a way of having its loud message and clear voice of urge for all the people to turn one to another, to reach and touch the hands with each other and tie with emotions in some endeavor that takes all of humanity to get performed to the full, but nonetheless this art radiates the hope that it is not an impossible task. Z.Vukovic Nov., 2005 |
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