The beginning of my artistic career looked like this:
The beginning of the analog times of my artwork from today’s perspective interestingly colors the vintage style of my first website and the awareness that the online environment has “deconstructed” the materiality of the artwork into an information dimension. The first transition from material occurred by transferring the sculpture’s physicality to photography, and the second one from photography to web information. At first, most of my sculptures were not preserved, today even the photographies of the sculptures are also lost. But on the other hand, it seems incredibly paradoxical to me that access to web information of my sculptural content (Button: “Touch and click”) is incredibly haptic. Almost Brancusian.
Talk to Yourself Area
Exhibition place Mala Galerija, Kranj, Slovenia, 2005
J. Fabre said:” Introduction is destruction.” Realizations in life, hidden behind the veil of the presemantic, always lead through a particular level of ratio that we first have to drill. My childhood memories and the transition from one state to another are not my favourite experiences at all. However, another realization that I feel is just as important despite being traumatic is the fact that I would be willing to experience it again. The only pity is that I would not be able to use my present experience to make the torture less stressful.
Three Columns / situation for tree columns
University of Ljubljana, Education Faculty Hall, Ljubljana, Slovenia; 2005
Before the Bologna process, the institution of university used to be an autonomous territory encouraging freedom of thought and mind independently from any systematization and functional and commercial pragmatism. A column personifies triumphal contexts in the discourse of art history. That is why I have decided to remodel the columns in the hall of Education Faculty, University of Ljubljana into the metaphor for contemporary, free individuum. The vertical inscription “I Am Here”in Braille alphabet marks the position of an individual within the educational institution and at the same time shows that one’s position is determined by a certain degree of humanistic level and knowledge, as for the uneducated Braille means nothing but an abstract decoration of variously arranged dots. My belief that the importance of free mind is the greatest asset of the society and civilization is illustrated by the two graphisms and the pacifier.
Story of 6th International Meeting of Art, Bijelo Polje, Montenegro; 2010
The institution of the UN was established after the masacre of the World War II and was meant to embody the vision of the future as well as to prevent any similar manifestations of brutality. A noble idea supported by a considerable number of people, many of whom unfortunately only pretended to be a part of the mission. 2010 was the European Year for Combating Poverty. The masacres of the “local” nature have been going on for 60 years and have usually been more brutal than those in the Second World War. The issue of human rights in certain countries reaches the level of medieval slaves, famine and poverty are a painful reality of the Third World. The suitcase United Nation Art Mission Service was made for the international artists’ colony “Stari Most” in Bijelo Polje, Montenegro. Under the sponsorship of Montenegro UN office, the participants were challenged with the issue of poverty. The idea and the content of the suitcase reveal that UN missions are often carried out in “grey zones”, i.e. territories.
Art is no longer there, where today we think it is
Exhibition at the Rectorate of University of Maribor, Maribor, Slovenia, 2013
text is “underconstruction”
Wardrob for Inner Voice
Exhibition on the occasion of the 60th anniversary of the Faculty of Education at the Rectorate of University of Maribor, Maribor, Slovenia, 2021
»O, WHAT A WORLD of unseen visions and heard silences, this insubstantial country of the mind! What ineffable essences, these touchless rememberings and unshowable reveries! And the privacy of it all! A secret theater of speechless monologue and prevenient counsel, an invisible mansion of all moods, musings, and mysteries, an infinite resort of disappointments and discoveries. A whole kingdom where each of us reigns reclusively alone, questioning what we will, commanding what we can. A hidden hermitage where we may study out the troubled book of what we have done and yet may do. An introcosm that is more myself than anything I can find in a mirror. This consciousness that is myself of selves, that is everything, and yet nothing at all — what is it?
And where did it come from?
»THE ORIGIN OF CONSCIOUSNESS«, Julian Jaynes