Empty, empty, empty;
silent, silent, silent.
The room was a shell,
singing of what was before time was;
a vase stood in the heart of the house,
alabaster, smooth, cold,
holding the still, distilled essence
of emptiness, silence.
– Virginia Woolf, Between the Acts
|Ivana Rajić, born in Serbia, 1988.
Last year Cinematography/Photography
at Faculty of Dramatic Arts in Belgrade.Transformation, singularity, solitariness, isolation, emptiness.LINKS Ivana Rajić
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