Zvonimir Mihanović paintings are not mechanical transmissions of external reality; if so, they would portray indifferent nature. Rather, they depict something definite, something in the painter’s personal poetics that is to some familiar, to others distant . . . Those are the moments of unbearably sharp daylight when all is still . . . the moments when the houses, the boats, and the little stone piers bask in the soft light of distant childhood projections. These are moments of pure poetry that transform "photographic" reality into artistic creation.