Ana Djukanovic Miljkovac

 







«These are Drawings with Coffee.

If Modigliani had Drawings for drinks, I can also have "Drawings with coffee".

Drinking coffee is my favorite ritual. Then I relax, organize, draw a little, write a little, plan…relaxed, relaxed, just relaxed…»

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Ana Djukanovic Miljkovac (@anamiljkovac_art), Drawings with coffee, 2019, felt-tip pen and ballpoint pen on paper, 25 x 20 cm
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