Žarko Smiljanić Grafike

,, His graphic sheets are simplified and recognisable. That is a world of silence, emanating from the waving hills and fields of velvety softness, and beyond, a wide sky, grey or midnight blue lies. Seemingly, these are the simple scenes of nature, which consist of two, three wide surfaces, expertly selected and tightly composed in the entirety… Smiljanić has completely immersed himself into his poetic world, indifferent to evanescent, fashionable trends which are quickly fading in the art scene. These landscapes, inhabited by human figures are poetic visions of a distant and pure world, left to the infinite silence of time…

,, Njegovi grafički listovi su jednostavni i prepoznatljivi. To je svijet tišine, koja zrači sa zatalasanih brda i polja baršunaste mekoće, iznad kojih se prostire široko nebo, sivo ili tamno. Naizgled, to su jednostavni prizori iz prirode, koji se sastoje od dvije, tri široke površine, znalački odabrane i čvrsto komponovane u cjeline...
Smiljanić je sav uronio u svoj poetski svet, nezainteresovan za prolazne, pomodne trendove, koji se brzo smenjuju na likovnoj sceni. Ovi predeli, nenaseljeni ljudskom figurom su poetska viđenja jednog davnog i čistog sveta, prepuštenog beskonačnoj tišini vremena...

,, Graphic sheets of Zarko Smiljanic have been marked by the lyric, intimate contemplation. Nothing impulsive exists in his prints, but only restrained lyricism and serene, twilight temperament. The unison, sophistication and harmony are the ideological determinants that have permanently defined the graphic opus of the artist… This artist is interested in oneiric, archetypal landscapes of extremely complex range of light and shadow. In these gorgeous and desert landscapes, captured in the moment of dusk or dawn, he explores the mystical constellation between woods and time. The magic and metaphysics of Smiljanic’s scenes lie in the unusual beauty of wood, earth and sky, in their elusiveness, but also in the divine touch.

,, Lirska intimistička konteplativnost, obeležila je grafičke listove Žarka Smiljanića. Ničeg impulsivnog nema na njegovim grafikama, već samo suzdržane lirike i smirenog, sutonskog temperamenta. Sklad, prefinjenost i harmoničnost, idejne su odrednice koje su trajno obeležile grafički opus ovog grafičara... Ovog umetnika zanimaju onirijski, arhetipski predeli, izuzetno složenog registra svetlosti i senki. Na tim predelima raskošnim ili pustim, uhvaćenim u doba sutona ili praskozorja, on istražuje mističnu konstelaciju izmedju drveta i vremena. Magičnost i metafizičnost Smiljanićevih prizora jeste u neobičnoj lepoti razmera drveta, zemlje i neba, u njihovoj nedokučivosti, ali i božanskom dodiru.

,, Smiljanić creates his prints with dedication, with infinite patience and precision, in order to perpetuate the expanse unspoiled by human touch and modern civilisation, far away from chaos, noise and hectic pace of modern everyday life. Not only that he brings into life sublimity and beauty of nature, but, in his tendency to present the forms in their tiniest details within his soft moves, he is creating a new world – fragile, thus poetic.

,, Grafike izvedene izvanrednim umećem. Smiljanić ploču gradi brižljivo, strpljivo, dugotrajnim procesom obrade, klasičnim tehnikama duboke štampe, akvatinta, meka prevlaka, mecotinta. Poput starih majstora. U tradiciji plemenitih zanatskih veština. Uglavnom u dve ploče, gde često prva ploča nosi mahovinastu, travnatu podlogu zelene, bogate strukture, a druga ploča somotastom crnom definiše predeo, svetlost i senku...

,, Zarko Smiljanic’s prints simply ask us to listen them and to understand their untouchable tranquility that they have been soaked with, impel us to dream for a while, to escape into untouched world that is around us, the world that we’ve unconsciously abandoned.

,, When I saw the first prints of Zarko Smiljanic, a few years ago, I felt that I walked into another world, world of nature, peacefulness, lights, shadows, loneliness and silence… The world of exquisite aesthetic, highly unlike the one we spend most of our days of this worldly life…