quince and carob, autumn in the winter plate, oil

Božićna šetnja Marjanom

Prikupljanje utisaka i svega proživljenog i doživljenog od Božića do Božića na skutima male jednobrodne crkve sv. Nikole iz 13.st. koja je pružila donji krak svog zvonika upravo kao kakav pramac broda.

landscape, oil

sometimes I just need few lines on my canvas and there is a landscape

participating in an exhibition, at the window, oil

   
     
  

Dragi prijatelji u Sarajevu,
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springtime on my palme leave

when I think of spring, first I feel tired, than overwhelmed with heat. and then suddenly it comes and there it is, life all around, young leaves, blossoms...
my terrace gives me all year long pleasure with ever changing colours of life
how to put it on paper, that life....?
camera is not enough flexible, watercolour is too weak, oil too strong, but if I leave it in my mind, there it is, forever in full strength

Easter time, acryl

While we are following the cross, our tears are falling to the soil covered with blood, mixed with send. Looking ahead we see the blue sky

Normandie, although completely gray, left very colorful impressions on me

Sarajevo time, watercolor

Thinking of time when I first came here to spend one year. After so many years here I am, absorbing surrounding mountings as they were all mine.

My vision of sunflowers, oil

each time I am looking at it

I see some other colors and they are definitely different of those you see

Perpetum mobile

Ušli smo u novu godinu s orkanima, snijegom i maglom. Sve je izgledalo zatamnjeno i nejasno, svaki oblik izgubljenih obrisa....
No, kako svaki vjetar donese nešto novo, tako su i ovi orkani raznijeli maglu i donijeli neke nove boje. Čini se kao da i ptičji poj već dopire sa grana obližnjih  stabala
Danas na putu prema Rivi osjećala sam kao da je vječnost okačena o gradska stabla, uvijek isti miris, uvijek ista boja, uvijek isti sitni glasić....
I tako opet, nakon ovih orkana opet isti krug .....