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In the art of painting, portraying is one of the most complex and mystic disciplines. Through it, the painter – if he is a true master – recreates his model anew, “stealing the model’s soul”. Such a portrait becomes an image – vision of the overall uncertain human existence… “When I paint a portrait, I...

…Drawing is an autonomous art. What can be drawn, cannot be painted. *** Nature too draws: on stones, on the earth and skies, on forests and mountains, on birds and beasts, on the face of man, pointing always to the secret of existence. *** The black line has color too, if it passes through the...

Since the times of Altamira to this day, the art of painting has been search for truth. Sometimes it can be even truer than literal truth; not only does it find its own “religious” sign, but it also finds the sign that fills and defines every human being – his/her Faith! By searching for as...

Through the living color on the canvas we reach the eternal light; the deep sadness and fiery love. We touch the painter’s immortality through his constant inner wakefulness. *** Color is space and time; yearning and suffering; birth and death at the same time! *** Everything around me and in me has its own color....

That living book, I read it for the first time as a student of the arts high school in Skopje… Back then I believed that the light is stronger than the infernal darkness. I believed that the soul is not a captive of the body, but its ruler. (Without doubting, can one harden one’s faith?)...

  She would awake and rise before the sun. She would wash her wrinkled, yellowish face with cold water, comb her hair gone silver from age, pain and separation with her children, she would braid it, and peacefully and quietly, as a candle burning down, she would stand in front of the icon. She would...

When we talk about the painter and his studio, or their inter-relation, many people “strangely” believe that the painter, when working in his studio and having established a relation to it, “managed to escape the world and alone, walking on clouds, speaks with mysterious forces”. I believe that this “opinion” is based on the “exciting...

Which is my world…? ​ As a man and a painter today I live a drama, which I believe is a drama well known, hinted and lived through in some other spaces and some other times. My world may not be of this world, of today, but it seems to me that it communicates with...