ProtomantraKrist Krst
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What would you want to share with the world? 


Our artwork, music, and contemporary myths & experiences with fellow humans, and the magic realism we experience. 

What influences you & your art?

Sarah: heavy emotional & personal experiences, but also try to capture my life Mise-en-scène. As a dreamer, my aesthetic is driven from the visual drive of the subconscious, relying partly on mid-century consumerism and counter-cultural avantgarde, as well as part surrealist, relying on the mystic and intuitive interpretation in a process of translation and materialization of the concepts in my work. 


Kristijan: (laughs) about the motivation, it's kinda a mystery to me ;))))


If you could change one thing in the world, what would it be? 


I would like for people to be less afraid to know their true selves, shatter their realities daily, and pursue life that aligns with their truth.

Recommend us a fellow creative to follow 


Kristijan: It's not one, but if I have to pick, I'd say Francis Bacon (personal reasons), Marcel Duchamp (personal and obvious reasons) A.Modigliani

(first love) :))


Sarah: As for contemporary, Nan Goldin, Christina Romeo, Teresa Austin, Sabrina Bosco, Beaming Design Studio, Tezontle Studio...

Where can people find you? 


Our main creative output is through our Instagram handles. Our work as a duo can be found on




and our individual creative journey is documented on






We are in the process of organizing a physical exhibition, where people will be able to learn more about or work as an art collective, merging our visual artwork with a musical project we are working on together at the moment. 


You can find Kristijan’s 2016 solo music album “Off The Record” 


Suggestions, ideas, feedback:


Keep creating, keep fighting, keep livin' and as Bukowski said: "If you are gonna try, try all the way..."


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AzazaKrist Krst
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.. Today l met these guys. there was no talking, l smoked a cigarette, they were doing their thing. Later on, l deleted some useless memories to make space for them.

.. When I was old enough to be a boy
but not enough to be a man,
Melancholy was one of the first,
If not the first word that
l have defined inside me
for still unknown reasons to myself
.. and l still ask myself,
from time to time
why l even write this




...My soul, where are you? Do you hear me? I speak, I call you-are you there? I have returned, I am here again. I have shaken the dust off all the lands from my feet, and I have come to you, I am with you. After long years of long wandering, I have come to you again. Give me your hand, my almost forgotten soul. During six further nights, the spirit of the depths was silent in me, since I swayed between fear, defiance, and nausea, and was wholly the prey of my passion. We meet ourselves time and again in a thousand disguises on the path of life. I abandon myself to the fever of dreams, in search for new laws. It is found again. What? Eternity... It is the sun mixed with the sea. Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile? It is the sea, gone with the sun...”

"The years of which I have spoken to you, when I pursued the inner images were the most important time of my life. Everything else is to be derived from this. It began at that time, and the later details hardly matter anymore. My entire life consisted in elaborating what had burst forth from the unconscious and flooded me like an enigmatic stream and threatened to break me. That was the stuff and material for more than only one life. Everything later was merely the outer classification, the scientific elaboration, and the integration into life. But the numinous beginning, which contained everything was then...


Corrupting the Platonic....

Entity of Materials

"But hurry, let's entwine ourselves as one, our mouth broken, our soul bitten by love, so time discovers us safely destroyed.

The night below. We two.
You wept over great distances.

Like a snake, my heart
has shed its skin.
I hold it here in my hand,
full of honey and wounds."


A self-portrait drawing based on @krist_krst 's photograph of me with the Macedonian Radiotelevision building. My favorite fetish object in the city.


#selfportrait #portraitfromphotograph 

#socialistarchitecture #fetishobjects #МРТ

"When your soul and mine
have left our bodies and we are
buried alongside each other,
a Potter may one day mould
the dust of both of us
into the same clay.

Ripe with lost poems,

I step into the blackness riddled."

Impression IX

Collage of the shelter in context. The water reservoir around the shelter is visible. The accent is on the passage that transits a person from the intimacy of the mountain cliff , through the shelter, and finally on to the desert, through which the person can take the highway and travel to the city

The color scheme of the typologies that come together in the shelter are the same in the section as in the top view. In this image, The mountains behind the desert and the sun set- ting is visible. These two collages capture the aesthetic essence that I need as a feeling in order to feel calm and in balance within my


Oragenitalisam: A Book Reviw of Fetish

But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be a subterfuge for hiding the torments of life.

Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?

The mind, once stretched by a new idea, never returns to its original dimensions.

On the blue summer evenings, I will have no thoughts: But infinite love will mount in my soul.

I call for actors burning at the stakes, laughing at the flames.

Shinjuku Golden Gai

It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense,/ That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.

A storm came chasing the sky away.
As I wept I saw gold,- and could not drink

Those fine September nights, when the dew dropped
On my face and I licked it to get drunk.



"I came all the way down looking for death, but all I found was marmalade.

all our yesterday's have lighted fools.

Living is easy with eyes closed.

No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn."