When a line talks, sometimes it wiggles nervously. In response, another line runs thinly and infinitely, falling straight off the paper. Joining the discussion, a colour smears itself into a watery surface, as if clumsily wiping away its brightly shaded tears. When a myriad of strokes and contours squiggle and curve, sometimes they talk gibberish. Other times their voices carry memories of our childish dreams, inviting us to explore them again and again, when our daily life seems to be painted with nothing but colourless boredom. When they are really determined, they can create magical landscapes, summoning together a bestiary of imaginary plants, animals and fairy creatures.

text written by Maja Kuzmanovic