But there came other turbulent times. When civil war was raging in former Yugoslavia, I was in London. I didn’t want to pick up the gun, so I took the pen and sketched anti-war posters. My own weapon against human stupidity. I didn’t have money and had very limited means.
I limited myself to two colours, to make printing inexpensive. The images were photocopied, scrambled and photocopied again. Or drawn and then rasterised, torn apart, scribbled over, glued again. Sometimes, I put the artwork directly on to tracing paper to save on films. The photocopier was old, the toner thin and I enjoyed the spontaneity and roughness. I got them silk-screen printed and, eventually, they made it to exhibition halls and magazines pages.