Within the rhythm of land
The paintings of Garaj are not filled with poetry but life – hard, tireless, in which the land seeks it all but gives so little. The figures, stiff and rough, as if they are holding the burden of centuries. Fields, old machines, sweat, and dust – everything is here, in his manuscripts, in this simplicity that does not allow illusion. No perception, no utopia, just the harsh reality about the world where there is only hard work, not dreams, the only way. In its simplicity lies strength. The horizon is slender, where the sky and land meet with hard, clear lines, while the figures give the impression of small fragments from a child's, yet a powerful, dream.