on the occasion of the gallery's birthday



Dejan v. ulardžic

 miniatures show and art book promotion

the opening July, 18, 2017, 19h

18 - 29 july 2017

On the occassion of third gallery's birthday we present the exhibition of miniatures and promotion of art book Prayer of Dejan V. Ulardzic.


After almost 15 years of absence from the Belgrade art scene, Dejan V. Ulardzic present the show of 30 miniatures and his art book by the name Prayer. 

The miniature was created as a supplement and explanation of the text, and it lived exclusively in the book. Interesting fact is that, since it is related to the book, the miniature as an illustration slowly disappeared exactly due to the development of the printing and book industry. Started from sixteenth century, the miniature has developed in different directions and techniques, gained freedom and the status of an independent artistic direction.

In his surrealistic works, Dejan V. Ularzic explores the freedom and depth of the miniature using the limitations of the formats and laws of this artistic direction in order to come closer to the truth.

Etienne Chatton (curator of Museum of Fantastic art of Switzerland) for the art book Prayer:


"...Dejan V. Ulardžić dared to interpret horrible reality... Because he dared to grind to a daylight consciousness of his people in the most dramatic moment of their history, Ulardzic will remain as a witness of the horror at the end of the XX century".

Dejan V. Ulardžić was born in 1956 in Šabac. Member of ULUS since 1983. He has exhibited at many collective and solo exhibitions in Serbia and abroad. His works are in many private collections. The winner of numerous awards. He lives and works in Sabac.

The speaker of exhibition opening is the writer, poet and art critic Dragan Jovanović Danilov.


At the exhibition visitors will have the opportunity to look at the exhibited works with a magnifying glass.


If you can keep your head when all about you

Are loosing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or being hated, don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream, and not make dreams your master;

If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty second's worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And, which is more, you'll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling