Being an agent for supernatural phaenomena, I was naturally quite interested in the report of a "funnily looking painting". On the spot, I convinced myself that this was a fact; the way in which the painted girl looked back at me was really disquieting. Judging by all that could be seen in the painting, the girl should have represented Little Red Riding Hood, though she appeared somewhat different from what one would expect. Not to say too much – I assumed that the painting represented Little Red Riding Hood. But the way she looked at me resisted that identification. As if it said "I am not what you think I am".

Obviously, my truth did not correspond to the truth of the painting, and it seemed that the latter I still had to discover. I passed my hand smoothly over the canvas: there was nothing extraordinary about it – it was an entirely ordinary, painted canvas. And then it dawned on me. "Of course! The space of a painting is nothing but lie and deception. The truth of painting lies not within it but within ourselves", I realized at that moment.

The paintings presented here were shown at the exhibition "The Magazine" held in June 2004 at the warehouse of the Zagreb Textile Factory.