March-April, 2005
Dragan Petković
Brutal Red combined techniques, 1987 Joy of Living, detail MSU, Skopje, 1986 Dinamical space of the Red [...]
March-April, 2005
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Brutal Red combined techniques, 1987 Joy of Living, detail MSU, Skopje, 1986 Dinamical space of the Red [...]
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Dragan Petković (1952-2004)#1 One of the most loyal followers of the abstract discourse in the Macedonian art is Dragan Petković. [...]
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admin 2018-08-21T17:23:22+00:00 March 1st, 2005|Categories: Reviews, Sound, Blesok no. 41|0 Comments
I’m Not Afraid of Anything#1 Dalnovod is a perfect logical-cosmic merge between the intellect and intuition with a large and [...]
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We didn’t have much time, but we had a lot of energyI would like to rationalise less the times that [...]
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At the end of the year the stars go out the air stops breathing and the Sibyl sings first she [...]
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Iztok Osojnik. Mister Today. Ana Jelnikar, tr. San Jose, California. A. Jacaranda. 2003. Drawing perhaps on the example of Zbigniew [...]
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Translated by Jovana StojkovskaWhen is this “Indian summer” outside going to end that’s threading even under my trousers? When is [...]
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Translated from the Serbian by Novica PetrovićOne does not build a house collecting cutlery even though a few extra spoons [...]
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Solunka Dičoska would enter the cellar where the barrels were, poke a straw through the tap, and take a few [...]