Welcome to Dolina
acrylic on panel, wood
Receptionist (Neda)
Original postcard set #1
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Don’t Worry
colored pencil on paper
Heap
lithograph
Flight Attendant/Waitress (Vesna)
acrylic on panel, wood
First Birthday
oil on panel
Vatra
acrylic on panel
Afterimage
oil and acrylic on canvas
The Visitors
oil and acrylic on canvas
The Eye
oil and acrylic on canvas
Something Different
mixed media
Original postcard set #2
printed woven linen wallpaper, gouache paintings on paper
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Original postcard set #2
printed woven linen wallpaper, gouache paintings on paper
Consequences (Milena/Baba Yaga)
acrylic on panel, metal, wood
Lična Karta
colored pencil and marker on paper
Study Guide
colored pencil on paper
Exiting Dolina
acrylic on panel, wood
Dolina places real-world people, places, and events alongside depictions of predicted utopian futures.
The installation functions as a city center, using my hometown of Zavidovići as a broad blueprint, and gradually revealing inconsistencies and moments of uncertainty. Incorporating print media, set design, surrealistic elements, allusions to folklore, and parallel universes, the project examines the disconnect between past projected futures and reality through predominantly imagined space.
The installation functions as a city center, using my hometown of Zavidovići as a broad blueprint, and gradually revealing inconsistencies and moments of uncertainty. Incorporating print media, set design, surrealistic elements, allusions to folklore, and parallel universes, the project examines the disconnect between past projected futures and reality through predominantly imagined space.
Do you know why people don’t bury themselves in valleys? Every real grave is on some hillside above a town, so when you climb up there to rest your gaze or to, in walking from cemetery to cemetery, flip through an album of underground photographs, and while walking through the tall grass you meet someone you don’t know and he is interested in the life story of some unknown decedent, so you can tell him a story and indicate with your finger the decedent’s journey through neighborhoods and the bazaar, from the shop to the bar, and everything to the grave.
From this spot, it's possible for you to review and reflect on Rasim's whole life. Only thieves and children and people with something to hide get buried in valleys. There's no life left in the valleys - you can't see anything from down there.
— Miljenko Jergović, Sarajevo Marlboro