I COULDN'T CARE LESS FOR ARTIST.
Art has for me never been a challenge. It's simply too easy. You drift from one brilliant idea to another and everywhere you turn you encounter nothing but fog. Artists bore me, at a closer look you realize they have no original ideas, they merely chase wind. If one declares himself an artist, no matter where and when, it is the same as if declaring oneself an idiot. Self-appointed artists are eager to participate in “up to date” happenings and suffer because they are allotted a marginal position. There's no end to their tirades defining art, but what's the use of it when they are too dull and empty to experience anything meaningful. Mere waffle and babble about expanding of barriers.
Paintings of Sigmar Polke, for example, are very interesting, they possess exceptional perplexingly interwoven Zeitgeist, the modern existential tension, like big bank-notes. Conceptual artists also apply permuting ideas to follow the illusion of freedom created by a bank-note. All this may be art, but it is not painting. They are interested in perplexity of spatial arrangement, spaces, intermediary ... why paint when a bank-note suffices to provide the illusion of freedom. They are also interested in music, especially the rustle of dollars.
However, a single Cézanne has more life than the entire Ljubljana, to say the least.
I'm a painter, not yet as good as I wish to be. I'm somehow in love with painting. Good painters have been throughout history very rare. I will be among them, not because of my ego but because I believe in painting and I believe I'm able to paint the picture to sustain this faith. Painting is a process of long duration and I aim to reach, by intense study of painting and by passing through necessary stages of average and bad works, a painting or paintings which will approach the best and become significantly different, which will start to rise above the deluge of mediocre, dead pictures. I have never painted with guts. An artist is still supposed or even believed to be a dummy. If they say you are too smart they mean: “OK, but you still can't paint.” Slovenia is of course a noisy incubator producing sheep, it sometimes makes me feel as an honest criminal, and that's alright.
If an atomic bomb exploded somewhere it wouldn't bother me, everything would be as before. And if the bomb accidentally wouldn't fall on me I would paint as usually, as Bonnard did in the time of Auschwitz.
My path; daily overcoming my own painting, and my wishes; plenty of silence.
Milan Golob, 1997.
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To My Friends with All my Friends
Dark Hours of Heavenly Empire
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Queens of the Night
Meine Freundinnen
Le mie amiche
Mes amies
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