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This flight began long ago. The wings have withstood whirlwinds and storms, they are borne aloft on the internal fire and the creative imagination. And to create means, from the real and known things, and the unclear signs around oneself, to bring new beings to life, new, previously non-existent, signs of one’s own dreams and visions.
The dream and the vision of one summer became the work of a painter. I know no more what to say of these paintings than what they say of themselves. And paintings do not speak in words. Paintings radiate. You cannot watch them with impunity. You leave and go back. Like the sun. They burn.
If I say – I am excited, then I have said all or nothing about them. Everything, for the excitement sets up a mutual world, and nothing, for only excitement establishes a mutual world, and yet – for only excitement does not recreate the essential poetry of the painting.
This is a sure and confident hand, with the élan of wings.
The region that lies in the depth of the dream is ours alone. When we give way to it, we have come close to it. When it draws away, we see it more clearly.
The dream bears no message, but it helps us to live.
Jure Kaštelan,
Writer and poet
Start, Zagreb