About my art
For a very
long time, I have difficulties calling myself an artist, because I do
not have an academic education.
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.
(Thorough experience I think and form knowledge
about everything …my teacher is life)
(I practice living and develop every day)
(I observe everything closely and perceive it…everything is
rational and irrational depending on form which point of view you look
(I have an exact idea of yesterday and today in order to greet
the next day with joy)
(I live, decide and observe based on emotions)
Given that I sense all criteria, I have already been it
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
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.
Miladinka, Bergmann Casar
I live in
In a yesterday where time got lost,
I was bound to a piece of land and I thought it
I was proud, I loved it
and the feelings took possession of me.
after all I was a
One day the time of fight and struggle
of this piece of land came
and the whole world was involved.
It hurt me,
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
Regardless of how someone looks,
what he does, how he lives he only has one
You can respect it, take care of it,
and honour it, but you can also destroy it.
All times and worlds belong to the planet
including all human beings that are born here.
We break through many walls, create and destroy
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
to give without noticing, to let go without
Deep inside of me a hidden voice quietly says
“You are not your name, you are not your
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
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
Miladinka Bergmann Casar,
artwork by Miladinka Bergmann Casar