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…Centralna mu jeste tema neraskidiva povezanost, simbioza drveta i kamena kako ih Bokić nalazi u kršnim vrletima svoje domovine. Drvo, izgleda, nikad ne obrađuje grubim zamahom. Biće da vodi svoj alat poput češala. Tako se pred očima zadivljenog posmatrača drvo pretvara u kožu, krzno životinja. Oprezno umetnik obnažuje tu strukturu: čvorovi u drvetu počinju da bivaju čuperci dlaka, predeli sa vijugama se pretvaraju u talasasto ili čupavo krzno, ravni predeli u oštre dlake, čak i u perje. Za to treba imati sposobnost viđenja. Bokić poseduje taj dar. I bujnu maštu. I neverovatnu stvaralačku snagu. Pod njegovim prstima se rađaju nadnaravna bića koja kao da traže od posmatrača da ih dira, miluje, lupka rukama, da svojim prstima precrtava njihovu strukturu. Onda kamen: u drvetu kao u gnezdu, neraskidivo srastao. Sanjarski razmišljen pogled žene, beskrajni mir kojim diše umorni drug, rogovi – samo delimično obnaženi – a ostatak, čini se, počiva još pod drvetom. A odjednom: Neko dahta širokim nozdrvama i neobuzdanom snagom… Bik, sav zbijen, kao da hoće udariti na posmatrača!
A sam posmatrač? Teško će onaj koji ulazi u gravitaciono polje ove umetnosti ostati ravnodušan. Ona ima takvu iskonsku snagu da svog posmatrača u trenutku raspoloži.

Sabine Kirfel,
Dr. Prof. slavistike
na Umbolt univerzitetu u Berlinu, 1995.

(ENG)

…His central theme is the unbreakable connection, the symbiosis of wood and stone, as Bokic is finding them in the karst craggy areas of his native land. He seems to be never working in wood with a rough swig. He must be leading his tool like a currycomb. Thus before very eyes of an amazed viewer the wood turns into skin and fur of animals. The artist cautiously lays bare that structure. The knots in the wood are beginning to be tufts of hair, the section with whorls are transformed in either a wavy or bushy fur, the level sections become rough hairs, even feathers. To do this, one should have the ability of sighting. Bokic is possessed of that gift. And an exuberant imagination. And a remarkable creative power. Supernatural creatures are being born under his fingers, that appear to be asking from the spectator to touch, fondle, and pat them, to make a copy of their structure with his fingers. And then, the stone: in the wood as in a nest, permanently knitted together. A visionary thoughtful gaze of a woman, the boundless peace with which a tiresome friend breaths, the horns-only partially uncovered – and the rest, it seems, is still buried underneath the wood. But suddenly: somebody is blowing with wide nostrils and unrestrained force… A bull, all crouched, as if it is about to make an attack upon the spectator!
And the spectator himself? It is unlikely for someone entering the gravitational field of this art to remain indifferent. Its primordial strength is such that a spectator is put into a good mood momentarily…

Sabine Kirfel,
Dr. Prof. of Slavonic studies
At Umbolt University in Berlin, 1995.