MYSTICAL ALLURE OF PAINTINGS

“It is like entering a world, self­sufficient and real to itself. It is the world that annuls the aesthetic distance between the one who sees and the one who knows.”

“On the other side, which is the world­canvas, there is a space towards which you have less and less courage to make a stride.”

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YOUR WHITE TENDERNESS

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ENCOUNTER IS A BOY JUST LIKE ME

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DREAMS FIND A WISH BY ITS TRACE

REGRETS ARE CAREFULLY LISTENED TO

REGRETS ARE CAREFULLY LISTENED TO

IMAGINATION IS AN EMBRACE OF THE WIND

IMAGINATION IS AN EMBRACE OF THE WIND

EMBRACE FEELS LIKE A MEMORY

EMBRACE FEELS LIKE A MEMORY

COMING DOWN HER SECRETS

COMING DOWN HER SECRETS

“The head of a horse is a dominant, unavoidable motif in all Obradovic’s paintings. It is there to tell as the other side of the story. It is not a horse for a parade whose strength lies in speed, emphasized massiveness and hemoglobin overfillness. It is a taciturn hero, modest, a bit shy, aloof, stooped under the load of colouristic occurrences. His strength lies in an unassuming and reserved wisdom, in silent breathing. His eyes are wise, touched with suffering, big Byzantine endless eyes. His trot is silent, unknown, but it has always been known that in silence we hear the most silent sounds, that only in solitude we come to know and learn the unseen and essential in ourselves. This head is the artist’s self-portrait, it is the Obradovic on his own, in the absence of others, in the silence of some white empty metaphysical room, where windows face the sea horizon, the horizon of underwater solitude. The head of a horse is the artist’s mask, because the artist knows that only under masks and tears one can mature and reach completeness under suffering and pain.

The origin of this art should be looked for in the artist’s dual nature. Milutin Obradovic lives life in a fast lane both in reality and on his canvases. His paintings do not acknowledge time in their forming, as if they were created in a moment which lasted as the impulse itself. Milutin is a man of passion, of inflammable word, of fiery temperament. He looks at the world from a boiling state of matter. With a portrait of a horse he suggests the other, distant, shy, lonely, reserved side of his personality, locked in a treasury of his glowing eyes. For Obradovic the art of painting is not a profession but obsession, poetry and the most intimate confession. He does not paint in order to create, but in order to survive as a man. ” MA Aleksandra Popovic

 

 

 

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