2018 so far

February and March were so bizarre, constant fall and holding by breath..
but at least the best stuff come from intense times
Winter (in(her)), limited edition of 15

One-woman exhibition

at the VN Gallery in Zagreb

I take boxes different shapes and sizes, open them, transform them from a 3D object into a two-dimensional surface which will hold the text. Their inside I use as the walls of the house / book on which I will write. Writings in the inside of the book / house / box are left naked, unprotected with time, pages, movement of pages. Text  is visible immediately; the idea is being digested at once. I am taking away the element of time so I can see if the idea of the book will collapse or hold.

This exhibition represents just one part of my constant book explorations, physical and conceptual play which is fluid.
I perceive written words as objects. Small, big, round, flat, yellow, white, fragila, strong, cold, soft. (My) texts are just compositions of different words. They are not telling a story, they are not painting a picture. 
By default, they are trying to fing a meaning.

Exhibition

in a couple of weeks, I will participate in a group show here in Zagreb.
I was asked to show my latest work, a pair of boxes, full of tiny papers (tea bags paper) with writings on them.
but, the author of the show decided the boxes will be under glass. I agreed because that is how she wanted to manipulate the viewer's reading of my work. I would never make that decision but in this case I trust her to do that.

Small book from one piece of paper

simple life event of sharing few moments with a stranger, triggers a writing and a wish to make a simple book out of one piece of paper. In this project I am still involved in playing with symmetry and serendipitous moments that happen using translucent paper.

 

Fragments of Winter

new book. made very quickly. pure intuition. it represents the direction which I want to take in my books. trying to catch the purest me in my work.

All Is Now

in the moment of not planning, not knowing where you are going, you are stopped. not you, everything stops. because it is still anyway.
so I made a book about that.

 

It's time not to be quiet any more

although this one is called How To Be Quiet

homage to Stilinović

it feels kind of empty when you suddenly don't have an abundance of great art at, well, at your doorstep. but, when you are reminded that great artists are nearer than you think and you can enjoy and touch their art, it is time to pay a tribute.

Inside/Outside

four houses, four spaces inside and four fronts, four visages.

Houses/Books

A book of 10 loose pages in a grayboard box; pages can be cut and shaped into small houses which inner walls are made out of writings.
part of several bookart collections in the world.

So

so I make books about me. or other, imagined people. but would really enjoy if someone would ask me to make a book about them.

Park life

without wellies, park life these days is not much fun, unless you're into proper mud.
in 2010. I started a project by the same name; the rule was to during my walks pick a person (or a couple) that for some reason or another isn't quite in sync with the scene - trees, paths, greens. the world(s) inside them seem to pour out into the world outside. I was picking the pieces that they unintentionally left behind. and made three small pamphlets.

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another ongoing project ...

Relating to me

A book I'm still working on. snow in Zagreb. it is about the city I was born in. so it takes time. a difficult birth. mine also.    
                                                                                                                    

Book about bikes and shadows

I shoot one Ilford bw roll on a sunny day in Peckham. out of it came a book. this one.

first two images are the details from spreads.