BOGDANOVIĆ Vladimir
BOGDANOVIĆ Vladimir
Painter, Writer
Born in Belgrade in 1940.
Graduated from Academy of Applied Arts in Belgrade, Class of Prof. Rade Stanković, in 1967. Member of SULUV, UPIDIV and DKV (associations of applied artists of Serbia and Vojvodina, and of the writers of Vojvodina). His work includes painting, drawing, book design, conservation and restoration. His works are on display in many national and international museums and galleries. Since 1961, he has displayed his works at about 360 national or international exhibitions.
One-man exhibitions (30): Belgrade, Novi Sad, Sombor, Zagreb, Split, Sarajevo, Paris, Copenhagen , Timisoara…
Awards: for painting at “4. April” Contest, 1964; Golden Pen of Belgrade Diploma (Zlatno pero), 1975; Award of the 7th Yugoslav Drawing Triennial, Sombor, 1978; Awards of the 7th and 9th Yugoslav Drawing Biennial, 1979, 1981; Award of the SULUV Spring Exhibition, Novi Sad, 1988; Special Prize by Matica Srpska Gallery, 1996; Award of the 2nd International Biennial, Raciborž, Poland, 1998; “Lazar Vozarević” Painting Prize, 1998.
Four Situations, oil on canvas, 98x158, 1979
| ...Once a reporter asked me: "What kind of reverberation does the Fortress create to you, as a painter and writer?" "It is a Monument - I said – it is a Memory, mostly a latent (my) Question before the eternal scenario and scenography of centuries, remindful of wisdom, composedness, experience, not primarily of belligerence, heroism, often an idle one, or even insane. All our life, we carry – Memories. The more distant the Fortress is from me, and it happens because I've been for decades, every day, very, very close to it; close to this grotesque decor looking over the Danube barrenly and lazily into the blue (vague) distance, which, even today, acts as a signpost to a passenger – the more at this place, in this place, under this place, with its tired umbra, sienna, ocher and chromium oxide, I challenge, every time with a new Painting, of different colours, the present, but also some future ages – aftertime." "And what does the studio mean to you?" – the reporter wanted to know. "It wouldn't mean anything if I weren't a studio myself. The Studio (and this Fortress as well) is a place wherein I hide myself while running away from something, but also a place I sometimes run away from! A small island in the Ocean of nervousness, mud, passions, noise and fury, on which it is, in solitariness, by impulses of all of my senses – created! Remember Milton: 'Solitude sometimes is best society...' I transform reasonable solitariness into questions and answers. "Is a painting worth without questions, without answers?" I am writing these lines in my studio. Silence. It's snowing. The window is opening a road. Through the curtain, a blurred globe of the frozen Sun is looking at me. The twentieth century has walked away with steps and traces of a stooped walker in the snow, under the winter locust grove."only one who is able to order his emotions systematically is an artist", says Henri Matisse (to me). It's snowing. And a dawn is approaching, another one. What is the importance of a new day for me and for that solitary creature on the Fortress, above the city of many others resembling him, resembling myself? "Dawn is only a kind of a new whitewashing of the Sky" – I can hear Virginia Woolf. |
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Address (home): Šekspirova 2, 21000 Novi Sad, Phone: +381 21 368-863
(studio) Hornverk 25, Phone: +381 21 433-202
