TREE CROWN

Without the narrative sand and wretched character, the people of western Serbia seemed as if they had never existed. Their only portraits and biographies were obtained after their deaths. Even their stonemasons were peasants. Simultaneously, they were naive artists, poets, philosophers, or just craftsmen, but they were not indifferent. The stonemasons between the Ibar and Drina rivers, Rudnik and Zlatar, between Serbian uprisings and world wars, anthropomorphized their stones so that the stones could preserve their homeland, bitterly rejoicing in yet another spring, getting wrinkles from laughter, only to die again.