Artist: Maja Puđa

Based in Split, Croatia

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Definitions, detections, determinations, decoding, ... nothing for sure gives an approximate picture of art, because it does not wait for something to be said about it, it does not pay attention to our interpretations, our reference and analogous notes. It escapes us through the openings of established borders, through thin membranes, through invisible cracks; always before us this being of art, never fully accessible, hidden in the fractal border of the limes. Within the limes, in each territory, in a geometrized field, on a painting surface (if it is painting), arborescent figures, inverted figures, all sorts of appearances that require distance in order to see them at all, in order to accept them, are formed. Each content is a narrative. Suddenly associative voluminosity’s, swirls, attempts of matter to take shape into recognizable patterns. Reminders and recollections, childhood and matrices of imitation, closed lungs and difficult breathing, heartbeat and penetration through thick sticky mucus, struggle and conquest of territories, re-territorialization and failure of the image regime, principles of composition and frantic attempt to appropriate this new, unknown area and that relay stations are embedded in it and under them you enter deeper layers in which the answers to difficult, most difficult questions are written. About the meaning of life, about death. Nature is born before us as an image, as an opportunity: landscapes, horizons, dreams, layers ... and people. The characters become serious, personified, as if some famous names call out empty faces and give them eyes to see where they are going.