From the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU for being part of this magical moment! 🌈🎨📖First and foremost, a massive, colorful THANK YOU to Igor Gržetić and the entire team at Centar za kulturu Grada Krka and Town Krk – your trust, support, and warm professionalism turned a simple idea into something truly beautiful. You … More Dear everyone who made “Kad boja progovori” (When Color Speaks) come alive ❤️✨

Working with a mirror—standing in front of your own reflection and speaking to yourself with genuine empathy—is one of the most direct and powerful practices for rebuilding a kinder inner relationship. Far from being vain or superficial, this simple act taps into deep psychological mechanisms that reshape how we perceive, treat, and ultimately care for … More Working with a mirror.

The Decumanus Gallery has announced the opening of the exhibition “When Color Speaks” by Mateo Balaban (Rain Bordo) on Friday, February 20th at 6:00 PM. The exhibition is conceived as a synthesis of painting and poetry, or rather the premiere meeting of the author’s coloristically intensive visual compositions and poetic words. Color,  independent and silent, … More New exhibition at the Decumanus Gallery, island Krk: When Color Speaks – a synthesis of poetry and painting by Mateo Balaban

The painting “TKO SAM JA KADA JA NISAM” (“Who am I when I am not”) by Mateo Balaban, known as Rain Bordo, presents itself not merely as a visual object, but as a philosophical provocation. It is a sentence that does not want to be read quickly. It resists consumption. It asks to be inhabited. … More “Who Am I When I Am Not” – A Philosophical Reflection on the Painting by Mateo Balaban (Rain Bordo)

Najboljeg dječaka na svijetu isprala je kiša, kredom nacrtanog na zidu kuće koja je sve tiša.   Dječak je odrastao, ranjene emocije imao. Tugu krio dok je rastao, sebe ozljeđivao.   Svi vole dječaka na papiru, dječak govori svoje boli klaviru.   Kreda se isprala, pjesma čitala.   Najboljeg dječaka na svijetu isprala je kiša, … More Mladen

VALENTINOVO Na Valentinovo u samom srcu Istrerekla mi je: „Volim te”, duše čiste.Pogledao sam je kroz oči u dušu:„I u mome srcu tako vjetrovi pušu.” Bila je iz Motovuna, zvala se Selmauz njeno tijelo sada mi duša sretna.Vezala me krajolikom i modrim morem,kako i ne bi kad sam uz nju njezin boem. Rekla je da … More Selma

ŽUTI MASLAČAK Žuti maslačak šapće zrakama Suncada bijela maslačkica postane žuta!Pitate se zašto je tome tako?To je zato što je vjetar otpuše lako. Nije šala. Jednom su se poljubili iza vrijeme poljupca vjetru prkosili.No, taj je dan maslačkica otišla,dijelom vjetra ona je postala… Žuti maslačak s lišćem je bio,želio je i on sâm biti vjetra … More Maslačak

EMPATIJA Empatija prebiva u neizrečenom. Rekla mi je to i nasmiješila se.Primijetio sam da se ofarbala. Nježno je govorila sa mnom.Na moje riječi su joj zasuzile oči. Osjetila se ganutom. Zaslužila je biti zapisana u vječnosti. Ona zna koja je. Hvala ti.