My Dear Friend,
We have never clarified what you actually meant by your frequently pronounced assertion that you must ride your bicycle for several hours a day in order to sweat it all out and "step purified before the canvas". As I understood it, you meant - purified from yourself, from daily routine. I presume that this implies some sort of "pure" painting, freed of the pain of ordinary life. I must confess that to me your attitude is completely incomprehensible. I think that in our times painting is one the few islands where individuality is still possible. And therefore: if at a certain moment I feel alone, isolated, surrounded by the horizon like a prison wall, as if on an island slowly dying off - then why shouldn't I paint this? Perhaps it is not great art, but if I manage to express that feeling by means of painting, then this seems worthwhile to me. Or should I rather ride a bicycle?

Most works presented in this section were first shown in 1998 at the Gallery Gradska in Zagreb, at an exhibition later entitled "Alone".