The works of Aleksandra Kokotović seem to place the viewer eye to eye with the author herself, bringing the gaze into the compositionally centrally positioned world of her experiences, feelings and forebodings. I would say that the handwriting with which she expressed her inner treasures is readable by sincere and open souls, so the processes of receiving, understanding and the complete process of life experience that she carries deep inside can be recognized. She bravely agrees to bare her inner self in order to reappear in different levels and skilfully weave the essence of herself in them and share it with the audience, who again, reflecting on the same levels, recognizes parts of itself, which is only a signpost towards the goal of questioning the internal and external burden we all carry. The monochrome mass seems to calm the play of coloured pieces of a kind of kaleidoscope, which was broken apart by the eyes of the artist herself, absorbing and remembering the essence of what she experienced. Aleksandra's life path largely lays claim to that part of the heart, hand and eye that participate in the realization of her works. It is precisely this great path that the author manages to encompass and center compositionally, and at times the forms seem to take on the form of an eye that observes and is looked into all the way to the soul. Aleksandra does not deal with the form, she breaks it down like a book looking for only the passages that belong to her, that describe her, in which she is recognized and which translates into its own language. Strokes of a spatula or a brush or a finger become traces with her, a quiet voice and some screams that are only hinted at and thus fill not only the space of the gallery but also the inner world of the observer, achieving a strong connection with it.