Milica Denković Portfolio
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Twisted city
The twisted town is a collection fo work inspired by fantastical architecture in literature and film.
Like in magical realism the fantastic is just a step away from reality. All this room and buildings, from outside, may seem as usual. Like all those cities as well, until you lost yourself deep into the labyrinth of its streets, they would seem more or less the same. But their architecture, although build by the rule of humans, will „exist“ by its own rules. It would be alive, moving, confusing, mysterious, inconstant, nonlogical, fluid, disturbing, secretive, threatening, endless. Some will breathe, some will produce some noises and sounds, some will spread and contract. In any case, it would be just a membrane if events, it would be the event or its origin.
This collection is also a fantastical mapping of space. It‘s very important to me, to make those spaces look and feel different just for a moment, to expand the experience of the space. Thus the space is empty. It waits for you to fill it with your imagination. The author is just providing a starting point and some creative tools to expand the experience space of these pieces.
Gallery
Tools for Creative Thinking
Prose introduction:
Dream chronicles
She didn‘t notice the cut, because it happened deep inside the labyrinth of her brain, but not in physical reality. Somebody reconnects all her experiences of reality and connected with logic that works perfectly only in dream and fiction. In act of combining some most strange joints were created and interesting combinations. She was, suddenly, see the city, like in a dream, with all twists that dreams bring along.
- Adjectives: multiple, alive, moving, confusing, mysterious, labyrinth, unstable, non-logical, disturbing, fluid, threatening, secretive, intersected, spiral, inviting, endless, parallel, impressive
- Parts of architecture: hallway, corner, hole, aperture, cut, exit, window, door, path.
- Details: dimensions, moving, structure, sound, arrangement, appearance, inhabitants, odor
- Markers: Mysterious inhabitants, Unusual occurrences, strange dimensions, secret arrangement, disturbing atmosphere
Umberto Eco “Name of the Rose”
The library is a great labyrinth
Julio Cortasar “House taken over”
I went down the corridor as far as the oak door, which was ajar, then turned into the hall toward the kitchen, when I heard something in the library or the dining room. The sound came through muted and indistinct, a chair being knocked over onto the carpet or the muffled buzzing of a conversation. At the same time, or a second later, I heard it at the end of the passage which led from those two rooms toward the door.
Jorge Luis Borghes “Immortal”
There were corridors that led nowhere, unreachably high windows, grandly dramatic doors that opened onto monklike ells or empty shafts, incredible upside-down staircases with upside-down treads and balustrades. Other staircases, clinging airily to the side of a monumental wall, petered out after two or three landings, in the high gloom of the cupolas, arriving nowhere.
Neil Gaiman “American gods”
House on the Rock: part diorama, part nightmare
“This is the House on the Rock?” he asked, puzzled. “More or less. This is the Infinity Room, part of the actual house, although a late addition. But no, my young friend, we have not scratched the tiniest surface of what the house has to offer.”
Terry Pratchett “Guards, guards!”
The Library was the greatest assemblage of magical texts anywhere in the multiverse. Thousands
of volumes of occult lore weighted its shelves.
It was said that since vast amounts of magic can seriously distort the mundane world, the
Library did not obey the normal rules of space and time. It was said that it went on forever. It was
said that you could wander for days among the distant shelves, that there were lost tribes of research
students somewhere in there, that strange things lurked in forgotten alcoves and were preyed on by
other things that were even stranger.
David Mitchell “Slade house”
when I arrived, I entered a room upstairs that I had just left. I turned towards the staircase, the staircase was gone. Instead, there is a pale door with a worn gold handle
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Juried solo exhibition in the Art Association of Vojvodina.
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Milica Denković, Iščašeni grad
