on development :
a Bojana Radulovic Shortfilm & Mutlimedia project
A personal journey through Balkan's territory
along intimate paths.
A girl covers with nylon exterior of the house, where she grew up. Approaches from the front side, laterally, from the rear side, climbs on the roof, carefully and not missing any detail. The house is small, made of stone, fragile, it's about to collapse. Having covered it, she enters and disappears in. Narration occurs creating an "armor" along to the house. Inside, the action unfolds ….
Enemies always came from the outside and to face them and possibly to defeat them we have to follow them onto their terrain. How a person could defend oneself in such circumstances? To cover. To put a veil on self, to pull a sheet onto the family, to paint the house, to tuck a blanket onto the world, not seeing grass, weed, earth, but feeling it intensively: smelling and touching landscapes with all senses. Hiding, escaping, pretending, running and clutching for air and space to find time for love ...
Then, vigorously opening to unveil self to see, what is beneath the blanket, to uncover the family to dismantle the psychotic witchcraft, to unwrap the house to get in and step into the secluded, into the anomic, into the forbidden. To denude the intimacy, to strip the space layer by layer, to crust bit by bit finding self laying bare in nothingness. Unconsciously meeting consciousness. Being consciously unconscious... Where you go alone you're not losing anything and anyone and you can go anywhere. Even in dreams. Alone in love and death. Uniting and separating. Dying and living. Inside your body and head. Under the bed and above. To survive you need to separate, you want to depart, you have to leave to keep yourself in dreams...
Dreams of reconciliation. Cicadas singing their mating songs and bursting after. Exploding in their feelings. To be prolific. In their nature. On the red soil. Coloured. Bloody and proud. Full of self. Caring. With warmth, fondness, affection...