🌹𝒯𝒲𝒪 𝒫𝒪𝐸𝑀𝒮
MOONDAYS & CRINGEY ROMANCES GONE WRONG
It’s so bizzare
We’ve been spending days
Talking about crying
On funerals
Crying on bus stations
Crying everywhere
I’ve been standing barefoot on the
Cold of my kitchen
Drinking
Pistachio liquor
Alien tears
And he was being
Too sweet
Too shy
To admit
Sending me his rosy cheeks
Instead of dickpics
Nights have been elastically thin
& Merging into each other
Maybe I was procrastinating
Maybe I was relapsing
Or was I just so god damn bored?
Trying to find my perfect Getaway
My perfect “I”
In the bunch of cheap stickers & drunk prophets
Luring me into every dark & sticky corner of
Steamy underground passages where
I bought
A new pair of socks
Purple with laces and little ribbons
On top
Of my blanket
I was lying
I was waiting
I got sick of waiting
Take that evil spirit away from me!
My inner bitch said
Take that self-destructiveness out of
My pussy
Take it; take it; carry it away
Far away
I might despise me
I might be able to touch me
Some days
But I will learn to
Do it
Gently
By myself.
NIGHT OF THE FULL BLOODY CIRCLE
I went on
I went on a full ride
I went
She said she didn’t like
Butterflies she said
We’ve been eating Crooked Eggs
In bed
He said he’s trapped
In the Blue Circle
In his head
There’s one Big Universe
And Little Him Outside
It’s sad
But our bodies; our loves
Are more like diagrams
Instead.
A Bedroom Without Bed / A Notebook / A Scratch
Room Installations & Objects of Kinship “Oops!… I Guess I’m Down That Rabbit Hole Again!” published in Chapter 2 of Solo Show Online Project in May 2020.
“Solo Show is a decentralized group show of works made in isolation, centering the voices of artists who’ve experienced isolation, and/or were implementing novel creative structures prior to the COVID-19 pandemic.“
http://soloshow.online/sanja.html (full series available here)
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This pieces were created during spring spent in the isolation; in the studio-bedroom space in the village near Belgrade in Central Serbia.
I was intrigued by how the concept of self-isolation and social distancing seemed to modify our perception and made us shift towards the details; mapping the micro-constellations around us.
I’ve departed working with the found objects & things from my daily surrounding – turning my family house into the living and complex three-floored archive.
Being caught in the weird post-burnout phase in my life, coming back home after years of living abroad in Switzerland, few months prior to the outbreak of a pandemic was a weird timing, but it also enabled the time to explore and reflect on my origins in new and conceptual ways.
From digging through old family albums, closets & bookshelves, I’ve played with the installations & objects in order to explore the issue around the identity and self-representations, turning to the world of dreamy, semiotic & nostalgically naive.
“Young Bride”
“1984”
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Oops…I Guess I’m Down that Rabbit Hole Again!
One of the works that I’ve done during the isolation, and that also represents a continuation of some of my previous explorations is this huge hand-crocheted textile installation occupying the wall of my (bed)room. It is inspired by the spatial proximity to the forest (my window is looking directly at the forest so I can hear the sounds of wild animals coming from it in the night), but is also a consequence of watching too many Netflix (read Stranger Thing’s “gate”) during the isolation.
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Sanja Vasić 