Black Glass on the Way [2019-2023]

If  I Were to Close My Eyes Now… (2019) Diary From the Edge of the Desert (2019/21) PK 22 (2020/21) Last Motif but One (2022) Stone in the Eye (2022) Rust on Words (2022) A Stone on a Branch (2022/23) Hadidja and Harmattan (2023) Something Like a Blackout (2023) Production of the project Black Glass…

A Stone on a Branch [2022-2023]

Text: Amela Frankl Poof-reading: Martina Fryda Kaurimsky Translation: Ljiljana Culjak Camera,Videostill: Miran Krčadinac Design: BilicMuller Design Studio The work A Stone on a Branch was co-funded by the Ministry of Culture and Media of the Republic of Croatia National Museum of Modern Art, Josip Račić Gallery, Zagreb, 2023 Curator: Branko Franceschi The exhibition A Stone…

Rust on Words [2022]

Camera: Ecosystem Postproduction: Miran Krčadinac Videostill: Miran Krčadinac The work Rust on Words was co-funded by the Ministry of Culture and Media of the Republic of Croatia

Hadidja and Harmattan [2023]

The wind is a constant in the desert and this was etched in my memory. It slipped underneath my skin, it rumbled and rustled in my ears, it hindered me while I was filming, it creaked under my teeth. The scene with the fabric and the wind on Zagreb’s Sava embankment is a nostalgic memory…

All I Can [2023]

… you stand before them. Their caring faces beneath the light. They understand the shadow of your unrest, they feel your pulse. From the angle to the central point, they serenely hold out their hands to you. Photography, text: Amela Frankl Photo: Nedjeljko Đurić Ligatura, hybrid space for medicine and art, Sisters of Charity Hospital, Zagreb,…

Something Like a Blackout [2023]

Under the cruel rule of the hot desert air the formations of sand dunes are in constant motion and transformation. Only the fragile geometrical lines that vanish in the perspective of the desert landscape intersect the uniformly shimmering expanses. Planned and rational, in the north to south and east to west directions they resist the…

PK 22 [2020-2021]

About noon. Thirty eight degrees and climbing. A strong wind from the Atlantic, shifting sands. I come upon a scene. Twelve young men on the shore. They don’t feel the needling of the glass-sharp grains on their skin. With no words or shouted instructions, they know what they have to do. Twelve to a net,…

If I Were to Close My Eyes Now…. [2019]

Saturday morning, August 17, 2019. We are about sixty kilometres north of Nouakchott, eighteen degrees and thirty six minutes north and sixteen degrees six minutes west. In Mauritania, on the west coast of Africa The road in the photo connects Tanit and the Nouakchott-Nouadhibou national highway. Tanit is an uninhabited place all on its own,…