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He was born in Novi Sad in 1958.
He finished
High School for Design "Bogdan Šuput"
in Novi Sad.
He is member of UPIDIV, Painter’s circle
and Association of
independent artist
of photography of Serbia.
He is a promoter of ˝Centar for photography˝.
He had over 30
independent exibits.
He had displays on group exibits over Europe
and world (Paris,
Dortmund, Modena, Geneva,
and Budapest).
He gets several awards: I, II, and III
for photography ˝Golden Eye˝,
Novi Sad 1987.
His photographs are published in whole
most important newspapers in
country, like in many European and American magazines.
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21.03.2005.
Exhibit photographs of Vojvodina opened Dr. Draško
Ređep
On spacious screens of Martin Candir,
Wide open to meet old Vojvodina
Seasons catch us like a pendulum of a wall clock,
Worn-out and hardly sealed with marks
of farm’s flies.
It is about memento
Former and powerful passing
Over which we crying in dramatic,
continental our nights.
If any, this Candir anyway, but mostly witty
And aggressive trying to cancel one of most wrongly
and most obstinate prejudice about monotony
and sad melancholy of Serbian north.
This prejudice, not from yesterday,
concerns of superficial impressions of
purposely passengers and arrivers in old Vojvodina
like a homeland of so called no attracted plain landscape
with unbroken horizontals and unexcited curls of details.
Candir doesn’t care for the undertone, but passion with
which almost shipwreck desperate and in move a bit,
unprotected witness of rhapsodic occurrence
in valley between rivers, approve for sure
our village baroque too,
like one unique and independent in much things,
and our flora and fauna with this so characteristic sunflower
whether Djordje Balašević, our modern trumpet player
sang like about rampant flower
and our proverbial ducks and our sedge which flicker
so nostalgic under high sky of Pannonia
and our boats on death waters and
that secret wood plateau
our water lilies and our hunter waiting,
our vineyards under snow and those high poplars
alignment by canal, on eternal
security guard of undoing.
Witty and surprise directly
Candir from bird perspective over our ploughs,
High, from above, netting the most generous tower tweed
Which has no more, and farms and grooves
Leaves in behest simple but always shocking story
About wind, nomadic, east and permanent.
Mondrijan and Sip, that one our which is forgotten,
Great Dragoslav Stojanović will, almost boyish
made so happy of the event of Martin Candir
under always surprise changes of seasons
in old Vojvodina. Precious.
It is so many clear solutions and in the same time
As many banal impressions about us is demolished
And in the middle of a homeland of wind
which we belong too.
Martin sign us speedy, in last minute,
without prejustice, quietly retailing in himself
rhyme of Ferenc Feher how in that
spooky village of our life nobody, except seasons,
doesn’t go..
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