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Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks. Simonides

Cane Dojcilovic









Born 1963 in Sabac, Serbia. 
Lives and works in New York City,
United States. 


Graduated at Belgrade University of Arts (Academy of Fine Arts, Painting Department). Diploma (1988) awarded by the University of Arts, following a five-year program in Fine Arts, with a major in Painting. Participated in over hundred juried group exhibitions in Europe and United States (mostly in New York City) and several independent exhibitions.











 INTRODUCTION: FRAGMENT FROM THE NOTEBOOK (1)

 “Process”- Internal (Poetic)

 Million brush strokes, million graphite threads… Simplifying complicated artfulness, eliminating hollow sentimentality into synthetic void… Million thoughts, million absences of thoughts… Complicating simple yet again, fragmenting… Looking for the symbiosis of the extremes of opposites: sharp and soft, stillness and motion, bright and dark, imaginative affection and contrived passion, deceitful artfulness and graceful empathy. Many separate, meaningless lines, saturated shapes, voids and shadows, rhythms, “plays” and structures are forming and becoming visible. Following the line, denying the line its own path… Searching for the beautiful, exquisite, graceful, cultured, creative, imaginative sensitive, nexus, crux… fulcrum? Avoiding artificial, synthetic, bogus, contrived, fake, false, hollow insincere, phony, pretended… Trying to find any sense in it but there is none. Erasing everything and starting over again. Simplifying, repeating and fragmenting again…Complicating again… Overdoing, obsessing, avoiding, ignoring, insisting… Erasing everything and starting all over again. Trying to remember all the brush strokes and graphite lines where sub-consciousness and muscle memory lives? The night is as quiet as it is quiet in a jar of pickled cucumbers and, again and from nowhere, I smell oil paints, coffee and cigarettes at four o’clock in the morning twenty fife years ago… Sometimes it is too early to finish the painting just as sometimes it is too late in the morning to go to sleep…"


2 comments:

Patrick Lucas said...

Wonderful !

artodyssey said...

Indeed it is :) Thanks Patrick and a Happy New year !

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