Ulica je pusta, ali ne prazna. Ispod mirne površine stoji sve ono što gradovi vole da kriju, napuštenost, zaborav, strukturalnu melanholiju.
The street is deserted, but not empty. Beneath the calm surface lies everything that cities like to hide, abandonment, oblivion, structural melancholy.
Zgrada na krivini deluje kao posmatrač, nemi svedok epohe koja se polako sliva niz padinu, zajedno sa senkama i vodom...
The building on the curve acts as an observer, a silent witness of the epoch that slowly flows down the slope, together with shadows and water...
Kolorit je uzdržan, gotovo asketski, kao da boje više ne žele da učestvuju u iluziji svakodnevice. Sve što je živo – drvo, list, trag svetlosti,ostavljeno je na milost i nemilost tamnim mrljama stvarnosti.
The coloring is restrained, almost ascetic, as if the colors no longer want to participate in the illusion of everyday life. Everything that is alive - a tree, a leaf, a trace of light, is left at the mercy of the dark spots of reality.
Perspektiva uvlači posmatrača u lavirint postojanja bez ljudi, a možda su ljudi tu, samo više nemaju glas. Ili želju.
The perspective draws the viewer into a labyrinth of existence without people, and maybe the people are there, they just don't have a voice anymore. Or a wish.
Ova slika ne želi da bude lepa. Ona želi da bude istinita...
This picture doesn't want to be pretty. She wants to be true
Pozdrav od Anke vragolanke.
Greetings from Anka vregolana!