If you're an artist, what kind of art do you make?
A painter of German-Serbian origin from Sombor (Serbia), Atila Schroeder received first formal recognition in India, at a collective exhibition, where his work was noticed being specific and characterized by extremely original expression.
Living as a monk for six years, for some time in India, Atila Schroeder has deeply reached in the field of spirituality. Reflected in spontaneous movements of his soul, his need for artistic expression is rooted in a deep lust for self-accomplishment.
By frequently reiterating: “I did not know that the art is such a powerful tool for working on oneself,” he in fact says that he, although well in mid thirties, is still an innocent child who keeps discovering the world around him again and again, with the same enthusiasm and fascination.
A rich and variegated language of his artistic expression, defined by vibrant colors and movements, reveals traces of diversified cultural milieus of Greece, Cyprus, Hungary, Italy, India... All of his paintings disclose a need for freedom of movement, a quest for the true self and a heroic effort to leave a mark on the water... In one word, a need to live happily and joyfully discovering the MAGIC OF LIFE.
But, let the story be told by his paintings and photographies...
About my artwork
When I find myself in front of a white stretched canvas, a feeling often comes over me that that piece of whiteness represents the only dimension and space where I can really be free….
Sometimes, I am capable of making subtle, meticulous paintbrush marks to express the inexpressible, something so abstract that poach into metaphysical. Again sometimes, by daring and impudent swings of the arm I simply drum on the canvas, and this is where a magic ritual begins, where I stop being myself and I become a fine gold thread, a living connection between the paint and the canvas.
To express all the complexity and power of what I NEED to tell, I always have this irresistible urge to capture time, but I almost never succeed.
My paintings are... In fact, I don’t know what they are... Are they contemporary art..? Modern art..? Are they only art...? I don’t know... They simply happen… And I must believe they are true, and I am sure that they reflect a powerful and unstoppable need for painting.
I’ll leave further interpretation to whoever finds pleasure in it.