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PSYCHODIAGNOSTICS OF THE CITY<br />
Here are the truest faces of the city. In these works, we witness something<br />
entirely different than we see living on the surface of the city. Life within<br />
the skin of the town. The experience of being here is not merely sociological,<br />
psychological and aesthetic (Art Informel), but also expressionistic:<br />
a graffito, a trace, an incision, calligraphy or a stain... any residue of<br />
anger or love!<br />
All psychodiagnostics of the Rorschach blots, the landscapes of Cozens or<br />
the demons of Justinus Kerner are in accord: the city (in contrast to the<br />
village, the work of the Creator) is an invention of humans. Yet here,<br />
creatures also leave their traces.<br />
One could adopt all these imprints, all the city cortexes, membranes and<br />
cuticles. And they would be more complete and magnificent than Tapies<br />
and Fautrier together, though not stronger than Michaux, who circumnavigated<br />
the globe and dared to venture into the deepest abysses of the termite mound.<br />
It is very hard to follow him down there.<br />
Amoebae, fibers, protozoa, subtle and rough drawings, hairy traces and<br />
delicate scribblings, mortar structures and wood carvings reveal the signs<br />
of life but also its naturalness. Here there is no such thing as coincidence.<br />
As in a palimpsest, a new layer of life overlaps an older one, modifying its<br />
state but always carrying the evidence of its foundations.<br />
Corrosion, dilapidated facades, doors and doorframes, wounded and bitten<br />
surfaces and skins, heavy tears and weeping metal plates, technological<br />
pollution, metallic water drops, remains of walls, corrosive spit and<br />
metastasizing of subcutaneous amoebae, but also the tender, almost watercolored<br />
landscapes or remnants of words and letters...<br />
Is this the childhood of the city? Its belated innocence in contrast to a<br />
fake and embellished image of life? All life united in a collective mirror<br />
while policemen of cleanness watch over emotions and baton-charge graffiti<br />
artists. Nothing can silence human thunderstorms and calm seas etched into<br />
the skin of the city. This is not Marijan Detoni’s ‘Fantasy of a deteriorated<br />
wall’ of the 1930s: a painting of great importance that could easily mark<br />
the beginning of the Art Informel era and prance through art collections<br />
if it only belonged to a culturally less neglected environment.<br />
However, here are the true faces of the city. I was blind, and now I see. I<br />
did not know Zagreb was so beautiful. For far too long, from a distance, I<br />
was redundantly observing forms and shapes which did not impress me. Finally<br />
I can say: ‘Amen’ (as it is written on some wall).<br />
Ive Šimat Banov