It all began many doors ago. The city had already been built, but it was located on the outskirts of another city that was said to be a terrible place, though no one had ever been there. There was only one photo of it. It was hardly possible to identify anything on it: a blank wall was leading somewhere through the shadows and scratches. Time was merciless to this photograph. Was it time? Perhaps, the city was like that, namely, prickly, empty, made up of endless shadows and lines that come together for a moment only to scatter again in different directions. Perhaps, this city had never existed at all? Created in the author’s imagination, the city was hidden behind the eyelashes to appear only on the space of this particular picture.

Tania Arcimovic. UNTITLED. The Space of One Photograph