After eight years Luka Duplančić has returned to Lošinj, together with the traces made during his absence.
These traces are represented by signs on the paper, print paper, ordinary hammer paper, cashier paper, film poster.
Some radiate from the illumined pixel formations.
They are frequently imbued with each other.
Someone would say: yet they are the fruits of the same absence, having in mind the absence from the comfortability of youth, absence from the fullness of the inner self, absence from being in love with the freedom of thought, from lazy daydreaming, from the safety of one's own sufficiency.
Life is something different. It is mostly made up of many obligations and aggravating lack of unambiguous conversations, of unpleasant daily news and the feeling of growing deflation of basic human values.
How to survive all this if not by individual interventions on imposed products of media which spy upon us from the posters, for instance; if not by being funny on your expense, such as making faces or through phraseology as an evident global triviality. Why not burn yourself out with a hand and the drawing flair, on tracks which go all the way to relief and consideration of various paths and their possible combinations.
Undoubtedly, Luka has survived. He returned home happy.
Ironically, especially in the context of contemporary art, it seems he succeeded first of all by use of a coloured pencil and with love for fresh details, working hard with the guardian angel on his shoulder, from the ancient legends which never fade.

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