Lepopisana

Lately I've been thinking about viewers of my paintings. I would like them to disregard what I'm trying to say with my art. They cannot see inside of my head to read my thoughts. Even if I tell them what my intention behind a certain painting is, I just might change my mind after some time when I see my painting in a different light. Sometimes the change is so big, I feel as if another person created it. All in all, I'd like my viewers to find something of their own in my paintings, based on themselves, their personalities, expectations, dreams, whatever they carry within them. They don't have to know anything about me. So, what is my role in this? If I expect them to approach my paintings without prior knowledge about them or about me, why wouldn't I approach a blank canvas with nothing on my mind. No story, no concept, no apparent inspiration, just the canvas and me. And the first colour that pops into my mind. My theory is that stories always catch you, t

There was a blue moon yesterday. A part of me was hoping I would see the moon blue, but it can't be that easy. Blue moon is just an additional full moon in a month. It is not blue in colour. I saw an orange moon a couple of times and a huge red moon hovering above the motorway near Belgrade more than twenty years ago. It was around midnight and we were stuck in a traffic jam, I don't remember why anymore. From today's point of view it sounds surreal. I love blue. I know I keep repeating myself. But lately I discovered that not all blues are my blues. I seem to work nicely with Phtalocyanine blue and Prussian blue, however Cobalt blue somehow isn't my cup of tea. It's an old stable pigment, it looks beautiful in other people's paintings, but we don't get on. I wanted to give it away but hope is still alive. vir Včeraj je bila modra luna. Nekako sem upala, da bo videti modra, vendar ne more biti tako preprosto. Modra luna pomeni samo, da je