Sanja Cvetnić / 1995
“The art of inner truth does not grow out of nature, but out of art. Rather than a mere inclination to imitation, a joy of creation which follows the models provided by nature, authentic art always serves deep psychic needs.” (Gustav Rene Hocke)1
When the disintegrated art scene of our fin-de-siecle, where “rien va plus”, yet “anything goes”,registers the appearance of a strong artistic personality, one wonders how to take him/her. One wonders whether it is possible to see through the veil of someone else’s closed and organized cosmos, to put together the puzzle pieces of the shattered mirror which used to show our common and recognizable reflection.
