Graphic Designer

Born in 1948 in Novi Sad.
Graduated from the Academy of Applied Arts in Belgrade, where he also won a master's degree. Works as a professor at the Academy of Arts in Novi Sad - Graphic Communication Program (teaching Poster). Since 1972, he has exhibited at the most of prestigious national and international group exhibitions: Novi Sad, Belgrade, Sarajevo, Zagreb, Ljubljana, Sofia, Havana, Köln, Stuttgart, Warsaw, Lahti, Toyoma, Mons, Jerusalem, Mexico City, Brno, Moscow…
Has won more than twenty first awards at public and personalized contests for poster and graphic identifications. Has received three 'Golden Form' UPIDIV awards, Novi Sad Salon award, Belgrade October Salon award, the first and the second award at Sterijino pozorje Triennial of Theatre Poster, special awards for theatre poster at the Biennial in Colorado, USA...
Held about fifteen national and international one-man shows.
His works are exhibited in about twenty national and international poster collections worldwide: Japan, Mexico, USA, Poland, France, Denmark, Finland…
Sterijino pozorje, poster, 2003

Those who have spent at least one night sleeping at the Fortress, would wake up in the morning  with a Poem that would be added to the Imaginary Collection of Sleepless Fortress Nights. This Collection, unavailable to (common) mortals, includes Poems by the Hungarian king Matyas Corvinus, the Austrian emperors Joseph the Second, Francis the First and Francis Joseph, the Turkish sultan Suleiman, the Montenegrin general Marko Miljanov, the  USA major Douglas McArthur, the Russian count Bolkonsky, Prince-Regent Aleksandar Karađorđević, the great Karađorđe, Admiral Matija Zmajević, Marshal Josip Broz... and the following Poem by Branislav  Dobanovački:
 

 

I wonder if those are shadows rising / under the conspirating veil of the rainy autumn / the run-away shadows / shadows of my wayward life / shadows hiding the truth / or are those the footprints left after yet another walk astray / lamenting bitterly over one more wasted night in a big city // Someone's steps are penetrating the echo of mine / but I do not recognize my fellows / from the battlefields of concrete (my steps stayed deep in myself) // Fluid neon lights are sliding, approaching / devouring weary facades / and the pale redness  of the dawn / is going to entangle the tiny fibers of nocturnal wanderings / invisible seams of the rainy nets / thrown over the city / will be torn / and the cathedral's pinnacle will soar high into the skies like a monster / into the space of my wandering / where the howl of young birds will mingle /  with the aged whisper of sleepless longings // I do not know if I will recognize my steps / when I see them again /  sunken and deadly pale / in the crowd of their city namesakes / as they float down the Danube / because I'm no longer  waiting for anything / while  leaning over the bridge parapet / mirroring in the river /and  washing my face with the mist of dawn.