WLAD WILOVSKI

My journey begins in the charming and picturesque village of Kosic, nestled amidst the rugged and majestic mountains of Montenegro. These untamed behemoths, with their melodic and rushing streams, treacherous and thorny roads, and mysterious and dense forests, have been an endless source of inspiration for both myself and my art... As a teenager, I still recall my grandmother who spent the entire summer perched on the sun-drenched porch in front of our house. She rarely spoke, and when she did, her words were always succinct... I'm not certain how she knew, but her words had a profound impact on me, and I began to think, "If I'm going to die one day, then I must cherish and appreciate every moment of time that I have ahead of me." This is how I learned to use my time wisely.