Opportunistic storks & unconvincing garden

The work was created by observing storks that are increasingly flying over my neighborhood, Travno, to the nearby Jakuševac, where a landfill is located. I followed them and wrote several prose poems inspired by the scene I encountered. At the landfill, you can see the coexistence of different species of birds. The dominant sound of the chirping that is repeated comes from the storks. At large landfills in Spain, they now go into winter, reducing the migration route that previously reached Africa, south of the equator. They have replaced their original diet with junk food, which is abundant here.

 Around the landfill, there are many of their large nests, in which the remains of plastic bags and plastic protrude. All the birds fly around the excavators, and the bags are pushed towards the top of the hill. Watching them from afar, they pick and feed on the fruits of the unconvincing garden. From the bird species, there are river seagulls, crows, pigeons, grey herons, and one raptor, a hawk, which hunts the others.

 I wonder if they smell hydrogen sulfide, that toxic, colorless gas characteristic of the unpleasant smell of rotten eggs. After thirty-five minutes of observation, I feel a headache that forces me to move away.

 I collected feathers from a stork and made an object on a round rice paper, suggesting the inextricable connection of everything. I arranged the feathers and added pieces of plastic. The artifact is a prop with which I will perform a series of short performance sequences recorded on video. I cut out silhouettes of birds and a man from photographs of the dump, leaving gaps as spaces for meditation.

 The piece will be exhibited in the form of an installation, featuring six A3 photographs, two poems, a short video performance, and two rice props or objects.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jaHTnrsIa1I

ujutro dok otvaram balkon

ne, ovo nije pjesma o ptici

sa žutim flekama i pokojom rupicom na krilu,

ovo nije pjesma o  sjenkama zagonetki

između prostora mojih očiju i čela

ujutro dok otvaram balkon,

svoje lice pronalazim na površini čaja

roda i ja ćemo danas lijeno ručati junk food

jer zašto loviti nestajuće žabe, zmije, ribe i  kukce

kad je već sve servirano i manje zdravo

 zašto migrirati?  zašto osjetiti?

žarište  solastalgije možemo ohladiti

širokim spektrom bedastoća

gledam praznu plavu vreću,

ima li smisla ostavljati joj zdravije obroke?

u slani pokušaj razumijevanja

umetnula sam pjesmu o ptici