MILADINKA BERGMANN CASAR

About my art and me

For a very long time, I have difficulties calling myself an artist, because I do not have an academic education.

In Wikipedia it says: In the broadest sense, the word art describes any developed activity, which is founded on knowledge, practice, perception, imagination and intuition. Art is a human cultural product, the result of a creative process. The artwork is usually at the end of this process, but since modernism also the process itself. Practitioners of art in the strict sense are called artists.

Knowledge         (Thorough experience I think and form knowledge    about everything …my teacher is life)

Practice              (I practice living and develop every day)

Perception          (I observe everything closely and perceive it…everything is rational and irrational depending on form which point of view you look at it)

Imagination        (I have an exact idea of yesterday and today in order to greet the next day with joy)

Intuition               (I live, decide and observe based on emotions)

Given that I sense all criteria, I have already been it yesterday.

I used to practice “art of life” but now I allow life to make its art thorough me, showing me moments clearly. For me it is a way of contemplation.

By thinking, I write, by feeling I draw and by letting go and relaxing, I play with the computer and develop designs and graphic art.

I am not the type of person who likes to talk about herself, because everyone has their own ears in order to see and the eyes to hear. J The person that wants to get to know me and should get to know me, will be able to read me through my art.

And a drop of water carries memories of the entire human race…it is time for people to accept and realize it.

My name            Miladinka, Bergmann Casar

Pseudonym        Mila

Birth country       Yugoslavia

I live in                 Germany

Home?

In a yesterday where time got lost,

I was bound to a piece of land and I thought it was mine.

I was proud, I loved it

and the feelings took possession of me.

But  after all I was a slave.

One day the time of fight and struggle

of this piece of land came

and the whole world was involved.

It hurt me, I cried, but I awoke.

I gave the piece of land that I had called my own

back to the planet earth.

I wanted to be free and I did it.

There is only one home for humans

and this is the planet earth.

It is indivisible.

We can draw borderlines in all colours and shapes

but we can neither share the air,

nor the soil, nor the ocean.

Because we all breathe the same air,

drink the same water and all walk on the same planet.

A bomb, just as any kind of destroy meant,

leaves tracks behind in the whole world,

in the air, the water and the soil.

Regardless of how someone looks,

what he does, how he lives he only has one home.

You can respect it, take care of it,

 love it and honour it, but you can also destroy it.

All times and worlds belong to the planet earth,

including all human beings that are born here.

We break through many walls, create and destroy many borders.

We meet many worlds and we fight many worlds,

in order to pass the bridge of life and to greet death in the end.

My home ist here now.

It is called planet earth that screams and spits in its labor pains.

Here everything has its own world.

Everyone fights for his own world view instead of being free,

instead of accepting the other worlds and letting them exist,

not limiting them, neither changing them,

nor destroying them.

The human being wants to understand

and know everything around him but in truth,

he does not even understand and know himself.

But still his own world.

It is much more important to be free,

to have without owning, to live without holding on,

to give without noticing, to let go without  feeling loss.

Deep inside of me a hidden voice quietly says to me:

“You are not your name, you are not your surrounding,

you are not a religion, nor this world.

I am on my way home, wherever it may be.

When space loses time, I will be there.”

Our children have the right of having their own world,

because they have their own time.

Whatever a human being may do,

it is left behind to his children.

I thank all people I have met and will meet,

because they have contributed to me feeling free today.

Miladinka Bergmann Casar, Germany

http://www.mila-welt.de