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Manifesto for the occasion

Ale Ale Horvat / 2018 <em>Photo: Davorin Bokan</em>

Ale Ale Horvat / 2018 Photo: Davorin Bokan

Individualism as a sequence of greed and egocentricity is one thing, individualism
of the superfluous is in decline, and in this respect a new reality: the paradoxical way of self-focus. It is necessary, above all to make art for the sake of inner satisfaction and the transcendence of oneself.

I see myself in art, which I understand as life itself, i.e. as hard work and at the same time entertainment, I use the law of surprise and gaze into the newness of the experience. To fall in love with the impossible, to see new perspectives, a new perspective on a thing, which renews the love of the spiritual dimension in us.

To be inspired by bringing the origin out of the unoriginal. Around the real orgasm, what is more, eruptive is that which is obscured to the external resource of the erotic every day.

The reference to spiritual comfort is visual freshness infused with lyrical revelation. Fascinating aesthetics requires the discovery of deeper layers of man. The subconscious level of perception of experience must be repeated, so that only in this can we encounter the optimal relationship from concept to the collected evolutionary effect.

Art can, through the unconscious, provoke a reaction to the subconscious states in man, if the spectator is prepared to face them,and this is psycho-hygienic. Frustration is a fear that is latent in the attitude of taste. Taste is essentially ethical.

I like to use various alienating effects in my work for this purpose and avoid excessive abstraction and speculative manipulation of real current tendencies in art.

Equality between people is the only policy of my interest, I use materials that are accessible to all. Office art is my form of protest against elitist art movements.

Otherwise, surprise and be surprised:

"You see, it's not like that."
Richard Wagner

Office art

Still life on the office desk.

On the bus to the office. Thinking about how my day will look like. Not much comes to mind. The only feeling is the upcoming boredom. Chewing the bus card nervously. It is my only working tool. To get to the office on time is my only daily responsibility.

"Hi" and a smirk to colleagues. "OK" to boss. And that's about it for the interaction.

At the desk. Computer, blue pencil, black and yellow markers, post-its. And half-chewed bus card. I put reminder on snooze.

For a long time I don't enjoy my work. Then I stopped doing my work. And now it got even worse - I don't have work at work.

Fucking crisis. I am in despair and suffering. I am so tired of Angry birds.
Am I an artist?

I started looking in vain. Staring at the office desk, giving the meaning to stains on the wall. Making up stories and thinking about the everyday compositions as pieces of art. Curious composition of blue pencil, black and yellow markers, post-its even have a coffee mug mark on the top. Interesting.

I make a frame with thumbs and index fingers. Click! Fingers have been plugged in into the socket of inspiration.

They say: "Artist cannot always make art. Sometimes he has to work." Well, in my case it's the opposite. It's not "l'art pour l'art", it is "work for art".

As much as I tried to get inspired for the work itself, it just wouldn't work. Now I got inspiration from the work for art.

Because the only real work is art. And through art I found the inspiration to work - to work on my artwork. This absurd situation led to abstract work. As the actual work was becoming abstract, it was absurd to do it, therefore I turned to abstract art.

I am fulfilled with emptiness.


Due to scarcity of material, I turned to resource-based creativity, using bus cards, pins and bar-codes. First works were monochromatic, as the world seemed grey at that time. And it was good illustration of my inner conflict regarding the work and art. And then I understood that boredom breeds vitality. When the artwork is finished, I feel calm. But not empty.