MYSELF AS AN ARTIST
Sometimes
it’s hard to consider yourself as a painter or even an artist. It is not
something you already have and possess from childhood. Art is fragile and
almost undeniable part of my life. But each day I need to decide and choose to
work: get up and search for ideas, going in the studio, making plans, getting
to know new artists, learning etc. It can't be taken for granted. If I stop
breathing, I will die; if I stop with my work, I will stop being a painter. I
can have my dreams, maybe I can recognize a piece of art and know how to draw a
figure, but that not make me an artist. I have to realize my dreams and do my
own pieces of art. That's the only way how I can exist as an artist. Colors,
canvases and poems are the strength of my expression; daily life with ups and
downs is an inspiration - specially love. I need an interaction with people and
connection with my soul to reach the story of this age.
LJUBLJANA
I went
and searched small pieces of cities – great and full of people.
I saw a
beauty of buildings and a glow of culture in a nation's history,
I admired the intellect, evolution and diversity of civilizations…
But
nothing can bring me memories like small streets of hometown,
No one
can make me feel the heartiness of young days like my old friends.
There is
nothing like home.
Forgetting
my history is passing away,
Destroying
our living space is erasing our memory,
Removing
monuments of art and culture is losing an identity.
So small,
like pocket in my hand;
but yet
so old – more ancient than Rome,
Lest we
forget!
