The magic elves are protruding from the dark corners, through the shadows. Light and darkness, building an dancing illusion of playing…
\nPowerful, eloquent, noisy…
\nThe illusion spreads like a carpet of painted reality, making in the hand of weavers with love, tightened around tiny corners, correcting invisible creases.<\/p>\n
The reality of the black-and-white photographs by Branislav Strugar, gives us as a simplified, clarified but still in myriad mysterious ways\u2026<\/p>\n
Such as Riman’s continuous straight parallel lines, intersecting somewhere in the distance…
\nFaceless naked body, so alien\u2026The velvet before in front of our eyes,\u00a0 we almost can touch it.<\/p>\n
There are many stairs, draining and bringing back the weary steps. Some steps from our homes, leading to stars
\nin our awaking dreams.<\/p>\n
The soldier of these altitudes, quietly, determined to jump into the unknown. Maybe he is afraid, and fear washes his face…<\/p>\n
So many impressions on the photographs of Mr. Branislav Strugar.
\nHis photographs have been tireless speakers, talking, talking and talking again…<\/p>\n
Listen to them … Shh!
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The magic elves are protruding from the dark corners, through the shadows. Light and darkness, building an dancing illusion of playing… Powerful, eloquent, noisy… The illusion spreads like a carpet of painted reality, making in the hand of weavers with love, tightened around tiny corners, correcting invisible creases. The reality of the black-and-white photographs by … Continue reading Black and white pearls by Branislav Strugar<\/span>