Ah yes, another masterpiece by Croatian artist Mateo Balaban, also known as Rain Bordo — because apparently one name wasn’t enough to contain all this… creative overflow.
At first glance, the painting feels like a brave exploration of color. At second glance, it feels more like a brave survival exercise for the viewer. The aggressive greens and yellows don’t just dominate the canvas — they attack it, as if the paint itself had a personal vendetta against harmony. And those red splashes? One can only assume they represent either emotional depth or the exact moment the composition gave up trying.
There is, of course, something admirable in this level of unrestrained expression. It takes courage to ignore structure, balance, and restraint so completely. The result is an experience that lands somewhere between abstract art and a visual interpretation of a very unfortunate digestive episode.
One might argue that the chaos is intentional — a statement, perhaps, about the fragmentation of modern existence. Or, alternatively, it could just be what happens when the idea leaves the room but the paint stays.
Either way, the painting succeeds in one undeniable way: it is impossible to forget. Not because it moves you, but because it lingers like a bad decision you’re still trying to process.
At this point, one can’t help but wonder — not whether the artist has talent, but whether that talent might be better applied somewhere that doesn’t make the viewer question both art and their own stomach.
Rain Bordo 