42m of intimacy
intervention in public space (Belgrade, 2020)
It appeared almost over the night, giant concrete constructed to invade the space I live in. I am inevitably observing how it emerges, stuck, somehow paralyzed, confronting the entity. This gap, once an ordinary space in between two buildings, turned out to be monumental and symbolic. It seems so close to me, as if I can touch it with my fingertips without standing up from my couch. The dust, the noise, the wind and the voices are bouncing on the facade as if they are touching my own skin. The objects are penetrating, their bodies magnetizing each other while becoming somewhat intimate. Its narrow and tight space in between is defined by what both sides are offering in these 42 meters.
Beyond the rejection of issues of domicile, today's urban architecture has neglected problems of mass-housing, creating visual and emotional chaos in the public space. It seems to have abandoned personal, private spaces entirely and turned into a pure architectural fabrication. Where are the living places that will reinforce our sense of human reality and protect an individual’s own cluster?
