Milan Medic goes on his own path. Sensitive, he sometimes looks for some encouragement, exchanges, but he continues his road, certain of his role and his destiny.
Thus, he is not afraid of being shamed, the contrary because if one reacts to his work, one saw it.If seen, it will make it way to his return.
Over the months, after our first meeting rather disconcerting, I discovered a proud and touching individual.
Milan Medic works tirelessly, he paints, glues, sculpts, draws, he also cuts, molds and shares. Milan's work is, for me, comparable to a sociologist's,or even an ethnologist's, who would not go seek in distant places and isolated subjects research. Milan speaks bluntly about us, like a scientist.The artist, having studied coding, is interested in hard facts, in their mechanics. He does not care for makeup, no formulation or clever convolution to provide an acceptable face to his daily life, in our daily life. His works are crude and often brutal, almost unbearable, and certainly excessive.
For Milan Medic, in our world, the first, the strongest, the smartest are always better served. He sometimes offers pieces of his artworks. But what do we want? as each contain a "Frankenstein" of our inhumanity, he sees fat and bloated? How could we take only one end, when we want everything and refuse to share? The demonstration is made, it is "all or nothing"! Yet, the idea pleases.
His series "as the white" is fascinating, especially this portrait of an african whose face is bleached by a barcode, contrary to what would the prison bars on a pale face do. Brilliant!
Then he changes the subject, after consumption, he paints about social networks. Pinging!
Some see in his work a Freud, I find there a Brueghel, a Matthias Grünewald, or in another artistic style, Michael Moore.Milan Medic is an artist to be discovered and the first will be best served. Take one piece and do not be afraid to share (...)