Nina Sekulovic Art

There are certain sights that always bring me back to myself. For me, they are clouds. Whenever I travel by plane and sit by the window, I feel as if, for a brief moment, I am moving away from everything familiar and drawing closer to something much greater — to God, to creation, to the creative Source from which everything begins. Up there, above the earth, above the noise, obligations, everyday restraints, human chaos and unrest, the sky looks to me like a place where the world is being...

“Art for art’s sake.” („L'art pour l'art“) Until a few years ago, I too believed in this principle without hesitation. I saw art as something almost untouchable: an immaterial, spiritual, transcendental creation of emotion and inner life, something diminished the moment a price is placed upon it, reduced to the marketplace and to commercial value. I believed that the moment art is given a number, it loses part of its nobility. How wrong I was. While attending the Mastery Programme at the...

You don’t need to know art history. You don’t need to be familiar with the biographies of great painters, nor to precisely distinguish between periods, styles, or movements. It is enough that, once, a painting stops you. That it draws you in, holds your gaze—and stays with you. You look at it for a long time, almost in wonder, asking yourself how the artist managed, with just a few strokes, to tell a story that feels strangely close to you. At first glance it may have nothing to do with you,...