“I am a painter of the darkness for a drop of good. Irretrievably, I immersed into the darkest corners of spiritual destructiveness of a human being in hope to describe it, to stay for a while. Humbleness of those who suffer captured my sensibility. I resist nit, I seek for the way out. My images tried to be a message, no one replied. Now, they are just a scream and I am not sure anyone can hear it.”
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Ah, but that scream can be heard. Mirko, you say that you do "not resist"; but of course, you ARE resisting, both by creating those images and by "seeking a way out." By bringing the images OUT of that smallroom that your images are stuffed in, you have indeed made art. Your metaphors show you to be a poet. Remember, once your awareness of life (either the good or the ugly parts) is shared by another person, you are then free to breathe deeply and go on living. As I see it, though communication is ultimately ineffable, it is the name of art.