Stih na asfaltu je blog o umetnosti koji pripada ulici, odnosno o svemu onome što je umetnost a nalazi se na asflatu, fasadama, strujomerima, banderama, patikama, cegerima, u izlozima galerija… U Beogradu pre svega, jer to je moj grad. Ali u drugim mestima po svetu koja inspirišu.
Ideja je postojala nekoliko godina, provlačila se kroz novogodišnje rezolucije, zablesnula bi, pa izbledela, isprečila se rutini, pa odstupila pred egzistencijalnim prioritetima. Usput su se progresivno ređale neke divne slučajnosti, putokazi da treba više da obraćam pažnju. Foto-arhiva obojenog Beograda počela je da se grana u mom kompjuteru, folderi po umetnicima, tehnikama, lokacijama. A onda me Iva pitala zašto ne otvorim blog. Razmišljala sam već o tome, vagala ko bi ga čitao, koga ovde uopšte zanima street art i da li je to važno kad, eto, mene raduje. Bio mi je potreban sasvim moj prostor da ga nazovem po Balaševićevoj pesmi i napunim detaljima zbog kojih treperim.
Stih na asfaltu is a blog about any kind of urban art in Belgrade, such as art, street art, graffiti, illustration, design, streetwear, photography and everything and anything in between! Focus is on the Belgrade scene cause that’s where the heart is, but beside that I try to give you an insight on what’s going on all over the world, especially when Serbian artist are involved.
I had this idea for a couple of years; it was always included in my New Year’s resolutions – the idea would shine and then fade away, as I was confronted with the daily routine, and then I’d step away in front of existential priorities. There were some great coincidences coming progressively along the way, the signposts signalling that I should be paying more attention. A photo archive of Belgrade’s coloured façades in my computer branched out; I have folders there arranged by artists, techniques, locations. And then a young female artist Iva asked me why not open a blog. I had been thinking about it for a while, I weighted who would read it, who was here generally interested in street art and whether it mattered when, there you see, it does make me happy. I needed my own space to call it by Balašević’s song and to fill it with the details that make me flicker.