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In the flame of my own being, torn apart, thrown into the abyss of obedient gazes, I am the scream that shatters silence.

Helplessness is my skin, despair is my blood, rejection is my breath.

In the authoritarian darkness, where the crowd becomes a faceless mass, I am crucified between my own pain and the indifference of others.

My eyes are the mirror of degradation, my lips are a wound that never heals.

Every shadow within me is poison, every thought is a fracture, every tremor of the soul is a blow into emptiness.

There is no comfort, no salvation — only endless silence that devours my scream and returns it as the echo of my own downfall.

I am a living funeral, a walking wound, a song without melody.

Within me there is no light, only a flame that does not warm, but burns.

And while the crowd stares with obedient eyes, I remain alone — crucified, humiliated, yet tirelessly howling against their silence.

Ono što je počelo kao jednostavno ispitivanje linija i tekstura na crnom papiru, brzo je preraslo u svesnu igru kontrasta. Kada pustim da ruka vodi samu sebe, potpuno mimo svesnog toka misli, na površinu izlaze ovakvi skriveni svetovi.

Intenzivna crvena, toplo zlato i fini zvezdani prah koji na kraju sve povezuje u celinu. Ovo je zvanično prvi rad iz serije od desetak sličnih komada na crnom Fabriano bloku kojima planiram da istražim dokle me ovaj automatizam i sloboda ruke mogu odvesti.

Kako vam se čini ova prva stanica? Šta vam prvo privlači pažnju – oštri geometrijski ritmovi, uvezana srca ili ovi zlatni detalji? 🖤

Ispod Mozaika

Spomenik na Stubu Srama

Pogledajte je! Kakva dostojanstvena poza u njenom savršenom zatvoru! Nijedan mišić na licu se ne usuđuje da trzne, ni jedna jedina suza ne sme da probije tu glatku, keramičku masku. Da li se moli? Možda, ali ne Bogu, već Kiselini — da dođe i spere ovaj sloj po sloj nametnutog postojanja. Ona je najlepši spomenik vlastite pokornosti, remek-delo šovinističke tiranije koja ceni samo one žene koje su se pretvorile u ukras: nepomičan, hladan i nem.

Ali, avaj, režim nikada ne spava. Za svaku slobodoumno misleću ženu, za svaki um koji odbija da klekne, svetina već u džepovima steže spremno kamenje. Žele da joj oduzmu ono jedino što nikada neće moći — njenu unutrašnju slobodu, taj neuhvatljivi greh. I dok ona tako stoji, okovana pred njihovim pogledima, noćne sene se polako prikradaju, izdužuju i obavijaju oko njenog vrata. One su tu da obave prljav posao: da joj isisaju i poslednju kap duše, da surovo iskamenuju to već slomljeno, krhko srce i javno je pribiju na stub srama.

Spavaj zato, lepotice, pod naletima njihove mržnje. Tvoj krik je ionako već zazidan u ovaj besprekorni zid, a kamenje kojim te gađaju samo će dovršiti tvoj večni, kameni kavez. Živeo Veliki Vođa, vrhovni dželat naših snova!

Monument at the Pillory

Look at her! What a dignified pose in her perfect prison! Not a single muscle on her face dares to twitch, not a single tear is allowed to pierce that smooth, ceramic mask. Is she praying? Perhaps, but not to God—she prays to Acid, to come and wash away, layer by layer, this imposed existence. She is the most beautiful monument to her own submission, a masterpiece of a chauvinistic tyranny that values only those women who have turned into an ornament: motionless, cold, and mute.

Yet, alas, the regime never sleeps. For every free-thinking woman, for every mind that refuses to kneel, the mob is already clutching ready-made stones in their pockets. They itch to strip her of the only thing they will never be able to—her inner freedom, that elusive sin. And as she stands there, shackled before their eyes, the night shadows slowly creep in, stretching and coiling around her neck. They are here to do the dirty work: to suck out the very last drop of her soul, to stone that already broken, fragile heart, and to publicly nail her to the pillory.

Sleep then, beautiful one, beneath the onslaught of their hatred. Your scream is already branded into this flawless wall anyway, and the stones they cast at you will only complete your eternal, stone cage. Long live the Great Leader, the supreme executioner of our dreams!

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