Dejan Stojanovic
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Mastery


We love the dangerous cliffs of mountains, winding roads and rivers; jagged canyons and waterfalls seem most beautiful. We love the shadow of a cloud obstructing the sun and watch both the cloud and its cheerful shadow. There is something perfect to be found in the imperfect: the law keeps balance through the juxtaposition of beauty, which gains perfection through nurtured imperfection. Everything that looks too perfect is too perfect to be perfect. Real perfection is not too obvious. It requires effort while riding over the winding roads and flying to the clear sky to find the shadow of a cloud that was alive not long ago. That’s why we love the imperfect shapes in nature and in the works of art, look for an intentional error as a sign of the golden key and sincerity found in true mastery.

-Dejan Stojanovic










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