SELECTED PAINTINGS 2006 -2017
Vibration of colour RED III (in three parts)
Acrylics, medium, ink and oil pastels on fresco canvas panels
2014
Acrylics, medium, ink and oil pastels on fresco canvas panels
2014
Vibration of colour RED II
Acrylics, medium and oil pastels on canvas
2014
SELECTED MIXED MEDIA WORKS 2007 -2010
SOLO EXHIBITION 2007
BEFORE AFTER: Signs on the Road
Vanja Radisic
Brunswick Street Gallery, Melbourne
“It is in vain that we say what we see; what we see never resides in what we say” Michel Foucault
Inspired by the one of my favourite writers, Bohumil Hrabal, I have turned my attention back to mundane, every day activities of life. Daily routine of having a walk to ponder over things, turned into imaginative wanderings throughout my neighbourhood. I particularly concentrate on signs and markings on roads and pathways, the mixture of the new and old, the residuum of the past, and indication of what is to come. The processes of digging, patching, painting, installing, measuring…Everywhere new instructions trying to overwrite or reinforce the old ones. Everywhere a secret language of road-workers; arrows and circles in fresh, and not so fresh, colours. Drips and drops from past and present, endless repetitive actions producing never quite the same result (Deleuze). The blinding light of Australian sun at noon, the comfort of early evenings and caste shadows – the crashing immediacy of changing, moving “pictures”, almost alive.
BEFORE AFTER: Signs on the Road
Vanja Radisic
Brunswick Street Gallery, Melbourne
“It is in vain that we say what we see; what we see never resides in what we say” Michel Foucault
Inspired by the one of my favourite writers, Bohumil Hrabal, I have turned my attention back to mundane, every day activities of life. Daily routine of having a walk to ponder over things, turned into imaginative wanderings throughout my neighbourhood. I particularly concentrate on signs and markings on roads and pathways, the mixture of the new and old, the residuum of the past, and indication of what is to come. The processes of digging, patching, painting, installing, measuring…Everywhere new instructions trying to overwrite or reinforce the old ones. Everywhere a secret language of road-workers; arrows and circles in fresh, and not so fresh, colours. Drips and drops from past and present, endless repetitive actions producing never quite the same result (Deleuze). The blinding light of Australian sun at noon, the comfort of early evenings and caste shadows – the crashing immediacy of changing, moving “pictures”, almost alive.