R ođen sam u Barseloni 1972. Moj otac, deda i ujaci bili su skulptori, majka diza- jnerka, u kući punoj knjiga u kojoj je mo- rao biti proizveden bar jedan pisac. Moja sestra. Među svim tim umetnicima moj profesionalni život je počeo u biznisu, i to indu- strijskom. Bio sam menadžer 15 godina dok se ne- što u meni nije slomilo. Napustio sam najlepši grad na svetu, grad koji čuva moje srce, moje uspomene, godine sreće i dane tuge. Otišao sam iz Barselone, koja me je uči- nila ovim što jesam i naučila svemu što znam. A onda sam otkrio da je čovek nepregledna dubina. Beograd je već četiri godine moj novi učitelj. Do- šao sam da posetim prijatelja. Desila mi se izlož- ba fotografija koje sam snimio na berlinskom ae- rodromu, a koje su upravo predstavljale mentalni proces neizbežnih promena. Nešto se konačno prelomilo i ostatak mog života je počeo u Beogra- du. Otvorio sam ovde galeriju Bartcelona , u Desi- gn Districtu , pre dve godine. Kroz nju je do danas prošlo mnogo umetnika. Sa nekima od njih radi- mo na projektu Belgrade Photo Month . Stavljamo fokus na Beograd. Na Srbiju, Balkan, ali i ostatak sveta. Svakog aprila. Zato bukirajte svoju avion- sku kartu na vreme za april 2017. Vidimo se! Pionirski park. Volim ovu fotografiju, zove se Sola /Sama. Donela mi je finale na jednom velikom španskom takmičenju. Na većini mojih slika možete da vidite usamljenost i tugu. Fotografije su, pretpostavljam refleksija moje duše. The Pioneer Park. I love this photo; it is called “Sola/Sama” (Alone). It took me to the final of a great Spanish competition. In most of my pictures you can see loneliness and sadness. I suppose that photography is a reflection of my soul.
I was born in Barcelona in 1972. My father, grandfather and uncles were sculptors, my mother was a designer, in a house full of books where at least one writer had to be “produced”. My sister. Among all those artists, my professional life started in busi- ness, in industry. I was a manager for 15 years, until something broke inside me. I left the most beautiful city in the world, the city that keeps my heart, my memories, years of happi- ness and days of sorrow. I left Barcelona, which made me what I am and taught me everything I know. And then I discovered that a man has vast depth and that there are other cities that he could call his own. Bel- grade has been my new teacher for four years already. I came to visit a friend. And then an exhibition of my photos happened, which I shot at the Berlin Airport and which actually represented a mental process of inevitable change through the lens of an analogue camera. Something finally snapped and the rest of my life began… in Belgrade. I opened the gallery “Bart- celona” here, in the Design District, two years ago. Many artists have so far passed through it. We work with some of them on the Belgrade Photo Month pro- ject. We place the focus on Belgrade, on Serbia, the Balkans and the rest of the world. Every April. So, book your flight on time for April 2017. See you! Rudo , istočna kapija Beograda. Ove zgrade me izluđuju. Monumentalno mesto koje stalno beži iz objektiva. Ne mogu da je uhvatim. Prikazao sam je na Oktobarskom salonu pre dve godine, ali nisam zadovoljan. Još čekam najbolji ugao… The raw Eastern Gate of Belgrade. These buildings drive me crazy. A monumental place that constantly eludes the lens. I cannot capture it. I showed it at the October Salon two years ago, but I’m not satisfied. I’m still waiting for the best angle...
Šta je Beograd bez reke? Šta je Beograd bez snega? U Barseloni sam o snegu samo sanjao. U mom rodnom kraju sneg pada ponekad po nekoliko sati, dovoljno da kao mali dečak sa ocem odem tamo gde pada. U Beogradu je taj dečak veoma srećan. Novi Beograd, Dunav, zima… What's Belgrade without rivers? What's Belgrade without snow? In Barcelona I only dreamed about snow. In my hometown snow falls sometimes for a few hours, enough for me to have gone to where it fell as a little boy with my father. In Belgrade that boy is very happy. New Belgrade, the Danube, winter...
Volim ovu zgradu. Stalno joj se vraćam. Dom sindikata, sa džez klubom, sjajnim pogledom sa vrha. I samo malo iza nje moja galerija Bartcelona . I love this building. I always come back to it. Dom sindikata, Union House, from the jazz club, with a great view from the top. And just a little behind it, my gallery “Bartcelona”.
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