“Now I have placed that bracelet, that flitting impression between
light and the field: the miracle becomes possible.
I will also see to it that the photographic camera plays a role,
sometimes even that of the first lover, but there is no more
hope for musicians and politicians, for philistines and psychologists.”
Marko Ristić, The Death of A Photographer, Without Measure, Belgrade 1928
for Reality Asylum
"The night surrounded me, a photograph unglued from its frame. The lining of a coat ripped open like the two shells of an oyster. The day and night unglued, and I falling in between not knowing on which layer I was resting, whether it was the cold upper leaf of dawn, or the dark layer of night."
cover art by Val Telberg
Your heart is a charade that the whole world has guessed