Paul Ickovic

Website of the photographer Paul Ickovic.

Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. 
Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.

-- Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Welcome to a world of photographs, drawings and writings by the artist Paul Ickovic.

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Historia de un Amor

I sit alone in the theater of fate searching for comedy and drama at the same time. Chaplin is the quintessential hero. He makes you feel pathos and laughter simultaneously. I want the viewer to discover. I want to surprise them with my Felliniesque reality. With every turn of the page they should complete the story through their own mythology. The more ambiguous the better. I see life as theater and its people walking on the stage we call reality… You weave them into the rectangle and hope for the best. It's a matter of being at the critical distance and capturing the accident, as Cartier Bresson called the decisive moment.

… How many times people have told me “get a job, Art is not a job, it’s a hobby.” I disagree vehemently. To judge it as an extravagance is like saying that Moby Dick is a book about whales.

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Ljubljana

Why did the New York photographer, whose works adorn the walls of many important world galleries and the homes of Hollywood stars, find a new home in Ljubljana?

Paul Ickovic in his not-yet-renovated apartment on Križevniška Street in Ljubljana

Even if I wanted to, I couldn't have started writing this article at the beginning, because I didn't enter the story unexpectedly until somewhere near the end. Or, if you like, at the beginning of a new chapter. The American photographer Paul Ickovic became my neighbor in the middle of last year, in the autumn of his life (he was born on March 16, 1944, which means that on the day this issue of Mladina is published, he celebrates his 74th birthday!). Even the closest one, that is, I see his front door as soon as I open mine. And it was because of the door that we met. One day I heard a shout from the hallway: "Help!" Someone was calling for help in English and knocking on the door.

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