A painted horse stands in open quiet, where the land stretches its long breath and the sky carries clouds like slow-moving thoughts. Leather and beadwork rest on its shoulders, not as decoration, but as memory in craft, hands speaking through thread and time. This one knows the weight of journeys. Not the loud kind. The patient kind. Days that teach you how to keep going without losing your softness. Hooves press the earth with respect, each step asking permission, each step leaving a promise to

Leb i Sol - Čuvam noć od budnih, Zagreb 1995 | Ex Yu Rock