in the plain

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SR: Ima nešto krajnje poetično u ravnici i njenim zelenim, žutim i narandžastim poljima koja se nadovezuju jedno na drugo kao u nekoj džinovskoj slagalici. Ima nešto umirujuće u maksimalnoj svedenosti predela koji se pruža dokle god pogled doseže i čija uporna ravnoća ušuškava u omamljujućoj monotoniji. Istovremeno, ima nešto duboko uznemirujuće u istoj toj beskrajnoj jednoličnosti, u praznoći koja nemilosrdno zatvara čoveka u svoj krug sklopljen u savezu neba i zemlje. Tamo ne obećava ništa drugo, jer je tamo isto što i ovde; nema nade da će iza biti nešto novo, jer nema tog iza gde bi novo moglo da bude skriveno. Nemir u mirnoći, teskoba u otvorenosti, poezija u svakom komadu zemlje i u svakoj travci, neobjašnjiva lepota, koje zemlja svako veče upija direktno u sebe – takav je moj doživljaj ovog predela, koji je meni čudnovat verovatno i zato što nisam genetski povezana sa njim. Već treće leto sam provela u toj ravnoj Vojvodini, i svaki put je moje osećanje bilo slično, ali to nije kolebanje, nego svest o istovremenom postojanju suprotnih doživljaja, i u tome upravo pronalazim mističnu lepotu ovog predela. Radi se o jednom malom selu u Banatu, Bočaru, rodnom mestu majke moga dečka. Torba sa fotografija je pripadala njegovoj baki i toliko mi se svidela da sam ceo izgled uklopila prema njoj. Takođe, nosim komplet koji sam napravila od ove haljine.

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EN: There is something extremely poetic in the plain and its green, yellow and orange fields that are matching as if in some giant puzzle. There is something really tranquilizing in the maximally reduced landscape that stretches as far as eyes can see, and whose persistent flatness hugs in the dazing monotony. At the same time there is something deeply disturbing in that same endless identity, in which emptiness mercilessly captures man in a circle assembled in union between heaven and earth. There does not promise anything new because there is the same as here. Unsetllement in the peace, imprisonment in the open space, poetry in every part of the land and every single leaf of grass, the inexplicable beauty of the sun that is absorbed directly by the land every evening – this is my experience of this landscape, which is strange to me probably because I am not genetically related to it. For the third summer I’ve been in that flat Vojvodina, in North Serbia, and each time I felt similarly. It is an awareness of the coexistence of opposing feelings, and that is where I find the mystical beauty of this scenery. The place is a small village named Bochar in the North Serbia, the birthplace of my boyfriend’s mother. The bag from the photos belonged to his grandma, and I liked it so much that the whole outfit was matched to it. Also I am wearing the set I made of the dress above.

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