The Subliminal Diary Of A Repatriate, Chapter III Painting

I was born in 1984 in Zagreb. And drew like all the other kids, maybe a bit better than the rest of them. I was especially turned on by complicated textures and repeating patterns, like roof tiles on houses, branches on trees that branch further on and on, as long as my pen can take it. Fascinated by perspective, I considered it too difficult for me, I drew everything flat. At ten or eleven I got obsessively interested in cartography, on every mudge I knew where to put a port town protected from sea currents and waves, and spots on stains would clearly be lakes or massifs, I admired the accidental design of the coastline. Particularly thrilling are city maps, logic of forming streets and squares, laying the habitant space over the nature given configuration.