cm, as creative minds (RIP)


nice little article about 6 lessons from creative minds.

i’ll get back later to this post, but before coming back i must write down:  art is freedom and responsibility at the same time.

“If we established something as art, we’ve also automatically determined the existence of something that is not art. I’m interested in where is the boundary.”   Ivan Ladislav Galeta

i woke up and found out that Ivan Ladislav Galeta died yesterday, the same date as Nikola Tesla. Ivan was professor at Academy of fine arts in Zagreb armed with zen wisdom, humor and wit that transcended all notions of time and space. he always made me laugh just by his mere presence but that laugh was not the one you hear on comedy shows. it was a type of laugh you get after reading a ‘funny’ zen story. i knew that professor Ivan ‘knows stuff’. simple, wise, warm person who talked to students and children as his peers, lacking any form of artistic-macho/gay superiority. he was an artist, ‘normal’ person, freed from destructive, chauvinistic, phony, pretentious life.

i’m not in a mood to write further about creative minds. i wrote a statement previously and i don’t feel a need to elaborate it. everyone who reads this blog has a brain that can be put in use.

Ivan Ladislav Galeta and Nikola Tesla now share the same death date. both are creative minds. what they did to preserve their creativity is not important. it is important that they managed to save their inner child and live their passion the best they could. RIP dear Ivan.

you cannot choose how you’ll die but you can choose how to live. that often requires a lot of courage and enough of healthy craziness.

y, as yellow fellow


it was a beautiful boring sunny day. no wind, no breeze, no humidity. kind of boring cause most days in makarska are like that, especially in spring. my street was silently peaceful. it was a weekend and everybody enjoyed their home-made launch, desert, wine and a nap.

our family ‘blake carrington’ house was leaned against pine trees woods. the fragrance of pines and resin always shouted loudly at me to join them. my friends and I managed to build a camp right on top of several pine trees, some 5-6 m high up that even guys from Avatar would be jealous of. we had several camps but this one was ‘the classy one’. it was build for the purpose of our meetings or running away from bad ugly guys living in the eastern part of our street.

the pine trees woods was also a home of hen-houses. in croatian it’s called kokošinjac (what a funny lovely word, shame one doesn’t hear it any more so often.) yup, still in 80s, lots of grannies loved having their own ‘kokošinjac’ – those eggs are far more better than ones bought in a supermarket. not to mention free run chickens. it’s funny, today one pays extra for such luxury while then, a luxury was to buy a chicken in a supermarket.

anyway, i liked observing chickens and while doing that, i’ve noticed that those wannabe birds almost never use their wings. well, they do use them in a dispute or in a fight but no use for flying whatsoever. the chicken’s main preoccupation was to poke about all day long or sit on eggs. for me that kind of life was so sad. such a waste of wings potential. and that’s how i got the idea to teach one little chick to fly. i had some previous experience in flying using big umbrella or plastic sheet to resemble parachute. it didn’t quite work out well but i knew it was just a matter of time when a flying suite will be developed. more than 20 years later, this suit is now called a wing suite.

anyhow, i’ve decided to teach a little chick how to fly so it can join other beautiful birds in the sky. living a dull yet ok life in a hen-house, poking around all day long until someone comes and picks your unborn kids (eggs) or you for a launch was, as written previously, a very sad life. that’s what i thought.

on that beautiful boring sunny day, i went to woods to fulfill my mission. i knew already which hen-house holds my pupil. when i entered chickens were nervous, coming on to me, cackling and waving their so called wings like crazy. but my mission was way too serious to be bothered with assaults and intimidation. i picked one chick out of several. it was beautiful. it wasn’t afraid that much, had lovely eyes and its wings looked a bit bigger than in all others. i saw that proportion of its wings vs. its body is quite ok. if he/she now starts with its training, those yellow wings will become stronger and grow in time and as they grow bigger the chick will be able to fly to higher heights and get to see how wonderful world actually is. and he/she’ll find new friends – true birds – that will teach him/her about things plain chickens could not…

so, i started with the flying training. i throw yellow little chick gently into air and he/she instinctively started to flap its wings, flaying around for a few seconds, then falling down. i was amazed cause my theory was proving correct > the chicks can fly if they are thought from young age. i continued throwing him/her in the air and little chick would cackle flapping its wings, trying to fly at its best. in blind eagerness and passion to make little chick fly, i lost a touch of a reality. after many, more or less successful flights, my little yellow chick stopped flapping, stopped cackling, stopped moving, stopped breathing. i took my yellow pupil in my hands and like a thunder, revelation of my ‘mission’ hit me in the middle of my skull and spread all through my body: i have killed my yellow fellow chick.

i fell on my knees. the shock was immense.

among the fragrance of pines, surrounded by trunks and branches, no one could see me so i started to cry like a newborn. the pure raw pain of hurting and killing an innocent, beautiful creature was unbearable. during cathartic crying, the weight of raw pain was lifted a bit and i saw what i did:

– first:  in ignorance, I’ve killed an innocent living creature

– second: i was forcing my will against experienced nature’s laws

–  third: i was stupid and proud

after the crying catharsis, i pulled myself together and kindly asked my fellow chick to forgive me. then, i needed to make a funeral and bury my fellow. i’ve found a place close to little chick’s hen-house, dug a hole, placed her/him gently in it and covered it with earth. i’ve also made a small cross and pounded it into the ground above its grave. i said some prayer my granny thought me, about angels and stuff and remain sitting by that tiny grave. when it got dark, i said goodbye and told her/him we’ll meet sooner or later and then we’ll fly together.

at night i was reminiscing how that yellow chick actually manage to fly. then i understood something important: little fellow was brave and it actually thought me, not vice versa.

the little yellow fellow made perfectly clear that it’s ok to be a chick:

– there is a reason why some birds do fly and some birds do not fly

– the ‘wanna-be birds’, those that don’t fly, are quite happy poking around all day long and sitting on their eggs

– one should never interfere with someone else’s life (unless directly asked for help)

–  projecting and forcing own wishes on others is a crime that usually ends up in death, either physical or emotional

– nature’s laws are nature’s laws and I, as a human, am also a part of it (not the law)

when this story and its revelation occurred, i was 6 years old.

ps. žutanjak / zutanjak is yolk in croatian. i choose that name for this blog to honor my yellow fellow chick

pps. just kidin’ > zutanjak stands for my stray dog Žućo  

9, as 9 shades of sun

This video of the sun based on data from NASA’s Solar Dynamics Observatory (SDO), shows the wide range of wavelengths, invisible to the naked eye, that the telescope can view. SDO converts the wavelengths into an image humans can see, and the light is colorized into a rainbow of colors.

a, as audible

question: who is superior?
answer: silence & earth prevail. humans can vanish in a split of a second.

for a long long time, cosmic magic that lived on earth was silence. in solitude, it was eager to meet, greet and teach each atom of its earthly home. with the silence as a magician, earth became peacefully blue in her bones. slowly slowly, earth’s bones grew stronger yet lacking flesh to warm them up. the silence truly loved blue earth and understood her longing, so it decided to gave up a piece of its solitude to be transformed into the sounds of movements, volcanoes & earthquakes. then, a bit later, the silence gave another piece of itself and was transformed into the sounds of weather, thunders & storms. blue earth was overwhelmed by experiencing silence’s wonders of sounds and was becoming lovingly greener in her new flesh. the silence was happy about wearing various costumes and earth loved being entertained with its magic sounds. in no time, the two became one and lived happily colorfully ever after.

long walk to freedom: Nelson Mandela

long way to freedom: Nelson Mandela

“I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.”

“No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.”

h, as human

I was about to tell a funny story, but I run into a quote and changed my mind. I’ll tell the funny story next time. It’s all about postponing pleasure.

“The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.”   M. Twain

“Fear is the best trick ever created.”   M. Gulan

“Man is an enemy to man. Wolf is a wolf to wolf.”   M. Gulan

From young age I understood people’s behavior, its triggers and (re)actions. At first, I’ve noticed that people carry a bunch of little secrets. Then, I’ve witnessed people laying a lot and with ease.  At last, I saw a lot of pain and fear in most people I’ve encountered.

My understanding is that evolution of humans is exclusively driven by fear. The ‘species’ that do survive are not the strongest ones, but often the ones that are scared the most. Fear makes one very stiff, alert and cunning. But fear also leaves one shallow, lifeless and dead serious.

Long, long time ago, a human was placed in a battle to conquer fear of dark, undefinable dreams, strange inexplicable noises or phenomena such as earthquake, thunder, storm and so on. During that battle, the human started to communicate and think. The first settlements were build, rituals emerged, various gods worshiped, ‘paintings’ painted satisfying animal spirits or gratifying natural forces…Yet, the human (similar to Sisyphus) saw that as soon as one fear would be diminished, or seemingly erased from its existence, a new fear would take its place. However, in a very short time, the scared cunning human understood that ‘fear’ is a very powerful tool. Much more powerful than any known magic. And if you (ab)use it, one might become powerful as a thunder or earthquake, making others to fear you far, far more.

Short, short time ago, from the downs of the humans let’s land into 21.century. On cosmic watch a very little time has passed. The technology is a bit better but the human is still very frightened and shut behind death bars. The human today fears no fire, god’s anger or plague. The human in 21.century is very afraid, more than any other human in previous centuries and there’re justifiable reasons for it. Germs and bacteria in the kitchen for example.

What went wrong?

Technology  that was suppose to help the human, turned into the worst enemy. The ‘new’ technologies are creating fake-life atmospheres. That kind of living affects the human and creates favorable train of thoughts. Media and social groups force continuous comparison and competition thus creating frustrations. Still, they kindly offer a possibility for everybody to share everything about nothing. The human can fake and beat the loneliness at the expense of lack of intimacy. And if the human needs sex, there’re channels where you can easily handily click and click and click…

Death in 21.century is perceived as sickness. Scientists are diligently working on developing methods to stop that madness (video: transhumanism). I ask myself “does Earth needs more very rich people with the birth rate exponentially growing like yeast?”. While rich get richer, poor work poorer in conditions known as iSlaves or > ‘work hard – have fun – make history.’   

The money has never been the issue. It’s just a symptom of the sickness.  It’s all about the fear. The human is very much conditioned to it. Thousands and thousands of years need to pass to alter that conditioning. Yet, I question if that conditioning will ever be surpassed with current DNA structure.

It seems that everything went wrong from the early beginning and yet, it’s just the way it should have been. There are a lot of different worlds out there and mesmerizing Earth is currently home of fear…not love. Exceptions do exist, sadly they are not the rule.

Let’s make this wannabe story a bit funny at its end. Never forget to laugh!

In a primary school, a teacher is asking pupils:

T:  What do you want to be when you grow up and why?

kid 1: I want to be a doctor so I can help people and get rich

T: And you?

kid 2: I want to be a cashier and make a lot of money. Or maybe a fireman so I can save people from fire.

T: And you?

kid 3: I want to be fear so I can scare people and laugh at their face.