INTRO

I left my home in April 3, 1992, just 3 days before the war in Bosnia started. 

I was in the 4th (and last) year of studies at the Academy of Fine Arts in Sarajevo.

The times were unsettling, but nobody really saw it coming.

I told my colleagues that I would probably return in a few days.

However, I did bring a portfolio with me "just in case".

During the second year of my studies I created a dozen or so large scale linocuts.

I just loved carving and printing them. Every pulled print was like magic - even the failed ones.

These prints were too large to put in my portfolio case, so I left them at home under the couch. 

I doubt I will ever see them again.

What I did bring with me were a few intaglio prints from my 3rd and 4th year of studies.

The road was long and bumpy. From Sarajevo to Belgrade to Denmark, and finally Canada.

After some 18+ years of working in Animation, creating someone else's art,

almost losing my eyesight and sanity, I decided to go back to my roots and start carving again.

Here is the story of my road back home, not the geographic one unfortunately,

but still... the one that is more true to my own self.