Beauty And The Beast

Home Sweet Home

New friends at home


My Great Dane seating in my lap








My F800 GS


Enduro joy

Where is home, and what is home?

Very often I find my self in this vacuum, in between places, cities, countries, identities. Born from a Syrian father and Serbian/Bosnian mother. Always felt different, growing up in a small city called Kikinda, in 1983. Kikinda was in Yugoslavia, a country that doesn´t exist today. My Syrian name put a stamp on my identity. I was always trying to fit in society in Kikinda, which was very homogeneous. Since 2009 I live in Norway. No need to hide, plenty of people like me. With university degrees, diverse background, foreigners, refugees...

Wait something is wrong, I don´t want steady job, loan, working hours, material safety. Maybe I want to be reach, so I can leave in my own little world.

I am artist since 2012. Great profession for someone like me. I can question my surrounding, the system, me in the system, almost everything. So still questioning my identity.

Very often I feel like chameleon. I change color, language, statues, behavior, origin. Sometimes I say I am Serbian, or Syrian, or Yugoslavian. Sometimes I feel like Yugoslavian, no country, only memories. I love my memories, they are so deep and wide. I go very often there, over the rainbow. I guess that´s why I am interested in history and remembrance. My art often deals with WW2, and other local wars in Yugoslavia. I find a lot of inspiration in old photography, archives, memories.

My next exhibition, project is about Beisfjord massacre. Nazis killed around 800 people in Beisfjord and it´s surroundings from Yugoslavia.

One of the survivals from Beisfjord Concentration camp  was a friend of my family, and there it is, a connection, motivation, spark for my artistic creation.


to be continued...

The neighbourhood in which I grew up