Frame from the graphic novel Quadrivium Motus, at the moment awailable only on Serbian language.
Within each of us resides a teeming theater – a stage populated by the King, the Warrior, the Magician, the Lover, the Servant, the Fool… a pantheon of archetypes, and countless more besides, each tugging at our sleeves from the depths of the subconscious. Some, benevolent, seek to guide our daily choices, to illuminate the path forward. Others, shadowed and conflicted, attempt to undermine, to sabotage, to even, in the darkest moments, plunge a knife into our unsuspecting backs. Perhaps, in some forgotten corner of our inner history, we too have betrayed them, casting our own shadows upon their nascent forms.
I believe, with unwavering conviction, that the ultimate destination of human evolution is wholeness. To assemble the fragmented self into a unified whole – this is the culminating task of existence itself. But to achieve this sacred wholeness demands a radical act of acceptance: the embrace of all facets of our being, the acknowledgement of every truth about ourselves, regardless of how unwelcome, how shadowed, how fiercely resisted they may be.
Certain aspects of ourselves we cherish, we celebrate, we hold aloft with pride and joy. Yet, there are other parts, dissonant and disquieting, from which we instinctively recoil, which we desperately attempt to disown. These rejected fragments, these disavowed selves, are what some call the shadows of our personality. They are our hidden dimensions – the aspects we dislike, the impulses we suppress, the truths we fear to confront. But these shadows, denied their rightful place in the light, possess a potent agency. They are capable of rebellion, of rising up against their repression, sometimes with a force and ferocity that unleashes chaos and suffering upon our carefully constructed lives.
The more we retreat from these inner shadows, the more resolutely we deny their existence, the tighter their grip becomes. The darkness deepens, the weight intensifies, until we risk being consumed by the very aspects we sought to banish.
My own artistic journey has been profoundly shaped by these very shadows. My works are not merely representations, but invocations. They are inspired by these hidden selves, and dedicated to them, created in their honor. Over years of artistic exploration, my practice has become, in essence, a visual and sonic diary – a chronicle of my ongoing, often fraught, yet ultimately transformative, encounters with my own shadows, and with the shadows I perceive reflected in the world around me. The specific medium of expression, be it graphic narratives, textual explorations, video meditations, or electronic soundscapes, becomes secondary.
What truly resonates, what holds the profoundest significance, is the essential message whispered, sometimes screamed, by these shadows. It is in understanding how they strive to gain our recognition, to compel us to acknowledge their crucial, undeniable role within the totality of who we are. It is in deciphering the language of the shadow that we begin to approach wholeness. For, as the ancient wisdom of the proverb reminds us: “The stronger the light, the longer the shadow becomes.” And it is in understanding this interplay of light and shadow, acceptance and denial, that we begin to truly understand the complex, multifaceted, and ultimately sacred nature of the self.