Gordana Mudri Born in 1965 in Croatia, skilful with words and hands, head full of images and ideas that are just waiting to break free, drawers filled with hidden works.
Passenger by Gordana Mudri PassengerI climb the misty mountain peak. And heavy clouds will be my bed, the last place where I will sleep.Just let me take my breath... Just give me a moment to
Creat(ure)or by Gordana Mudri Creat(ure)orIn days of yore I\'ve had a landso full of divine beauty,there was no need and no commandand joy was all my duty.
Flame by Gordana Mudri See how it burnsturning into ashes what we have taken for grantedSee how it burnscovering with smoke our ignorance and our eyes blinded in indifferenceSee how it burnsfor we thought
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