I often ask myself: did I find art, or did art find me?
Maybe the answer lies in my childhood/youth, where I remembered the first toys, I had, were made by me. Born in Dalmatia, the region rich with rocks, a rock was my first toy. I would often collect various rocks and guard them with jealousy, even sleep with them, carry them in my pocket and part with them through the greatest difficulty.
I remembered being able to spend hours with pieces of rock, putting them in one position or another, marveling at their strength, shape and colour. For me, every new rock position was a painting and a sculpture. Grown with rocks and now separated from those rocks, nostalgia arises and at the same time a creative push to – art painting – and of course the first theme was “rocks”. Those were my first steps into Art, and the ones which I am constantly doing (walking). Art is always in me. It wants to take me whole, to occupy every minute of my time, as Ralf Waldo Eemerson said “Art is a jealousy mistress”. Today’s life with all its struggles for existence, its obligations to society, with hunger for materialistic life to spent and make the money, these are all barriers for art. That is why it is good to return to childhood, which is innocent and free, reach in creativity and without limitations and barriers.
I walk on the sunny side of the street because there is always something happening on that side. On the sunny side of the road you can even see your shadow while in the dark you cannot. The most beautiful sky is the sky with stars because when you look at that sky you know you exist and that one of those stars is yours.