The serie of drawings and texts Strings deals with a topology of the memories, thoughts and images related to the specific, personal spatial trajectories. Lived and traveled in large numbers, or just once but carried by great effort, those paths grow into certain internal semantic strings. These strings affect and pull the constellation of memories and scenes of personal universe, as a super-strong gravity object. As the building blocks of my own mental landscape, those loops are fractal, intertwined worlds that bear images, history, conditions, projections of future, strongly shaping the personality itself.
Serija crteža i tekstova Strings (strune) bavi se topologijom sjećanja na misli i prizore vezane za specifične, lične prostorne dionice. Proživljene i pređene u velikom broju, ili jedanput uslijed velikog otpora, te putanje prerastaju u određene unutarnje semantičke strune, koje poput izvora gravitacije utiču na konstelaciju sjećanja i prizora ličnog univerzuma. Kao gradivni elementi sopstvenog mentalnog pejzaža, te petlje su fraktalni, isprepletani svjetovi koji nose slike, prošlost, stanja, projekcije budućnosti te snažno oblikuju samu ličnost.
We are in motion.
Creating pathways.
Retreading pathways.
Things happen on these paths.
They begin to vibrate, become strings.
The strings crisscross, get tangled into knots.
The knots inhabit our bodies, expand and oscillate.
They manifest through our skin, hair, words and conditions.
We belong to these knots that intertwine into
An endless yarn that is delineated with here, there, before and after.
Belonging is an inextricable knot.
The knot of belonging can be cut,
But the torn strings soon begin to intertwine again and
magnify it.
In this tension born out of attachment to spaces, stories, documents and people,
I seem to subconsciously relive the memory
of first separation - of being born.
Of movement, exit, crossing, arrival, passage, departure, leaving, motion.
Krećemo se.
Stvaramo staze.
Ponavljamo staze.
Stvari se dešavaju na ovim stazama.
One počinju vibrirati, postaju strune.
Strune ukrštaju jedna drugu, zapetljavaju se u čvorove.
Ovi čvorovi naseljavaju naše tijelo, šire se i osciliraju.
Izlaze kroz kožu, kosu, riječi i stanja.
Pripadamo ovim čvorovima koji se međusobno upliću u jedno beskonačno klupko određeno sa tamo, ovdje, prije i poslije.
Pripadanje je neraspletiv čvor.
Čvor pripadanja može se presjeći,
ali pokidane strune ubrzo se upliću i umnožavaju ga.
U toj napetosti vezivanja za prostore, priče, dokumente i ljude, kao da negdje podsvjesno proživljavam sjećanje na prvo odvajanje - na rođenje.
Na pokret, izlazak, prelazak, dolazak, prolazak, odlazak, polazak, kretanje.
