I remember my mother would often sing traditional songs, quietly, to herself, and I, 4-5 years old boy, would listen to her with great attention, as if she had preached some of the most important life lessons.

Today, from this point of view, it is quite clear that such comparison perfectly fits the truth. Trough traditional melodies, by vibrations of the cords of her soul, naturally and spontaneously, like in whatever time and whatever part of our little round world, she, mother, carried and transferred the seal of centuries and generations, the genetics of all the people who lived and passed trough this vaste area of “ours”.

More than two decades latter, following directions I received in my childhood, I try to continue the ancient line with my art, and to add few more bricks to the Path, and maybe open the gate for new generations, for some curious child, through which they would enter new vast areas, known only to them.

Nemanja Radulovic

« I met Srdjan few years ago and I have discovered a complete artist who shares his classic or less classic creations and interpretations with wide audiences. And every time, without exceptions, it is an immense pleasure to listen to him. »

Nemanja Radulovic