IT KEEPS REPEATING
Solo Exhibition
De Bouwput
Amsterdam, NL
10.04.2026.
Photography:
Jovana Ciric
Exhibition Set-up Team:
Milica Jordanov
Jovana Ćirić
Ognjen Gligorijević
Solo Exhibition
De Bouwput
Amsterdam, NL
10.04.2026.
Photography:
Jovana Ciric
Exhibition Set-up Team:
Milica Jordanov
Jovana Ćirić
Ognjen Gligorijević
Entering the space, the audience is met with a grid-like structure spread across the gallery. "Red fields" are placed in between the grid system.
They work as options. Options without a choice.
What might seem like a choice, is already decided. Isn't it?
I keep asking myself that.
I keep arriving at the same answer.
I keep arriving at the same place.
It Keeps Repeating.
Above the red paintings, my room.
The room where I learned what my body was for, and what it was against.
They're talking about four walls.
As if the walls were a gift.
I didn't know my body could become a danger.
Within my perception, there is already someone else's.
It was there before I was.
They work as options. Options without a choice.
What might seem like a choice, is already decided. Isn't it?
I keep asking myself that.
I keep arriving at the same answer.
I keep arriving at the same place.
It Keeps Repeating.
Above the red paintings, my room.
The room where I learned what my body was for, and what it was against.
They're talking about four walls.
As if the walls were a gift.
I didn't know my body could become a danger.
Within my perception, there is already someone else's.
It was there before I was.
They see our bodies as weapons. I started to wonder what that made us. Armed. Unsafe. Something to be contained.
I took photos of myself in the corner of the room, hands behind my back, praying and slutting it out. All at once. They keep repeating. Because that is how it has always been, all at once, whether I named it or not.
Inside the photos, I placed small images of the protests against Pride Parade in Belgrade. Bodies the four walls were never meant to protect.
Oh how I'm allowed to feel safe at home.
And in public - well, you know how that goes.
In the middle of the grid stands a fag extinguisher.
Make sure you know how to use it carefully.
Fags can be fatal.
And a Nike sock next to it.
For my fag ass.
The system is already set.
You are already inside it.
So am I.
I took photos of myself in the corner of the room, hands behind my back, praying and slutting it out. All at once. They keep repeating. Because that is how it has always been, all at once, whether I named it or not.
Inside the photos, I placed small images of the protests against Pride Parade in Belgrade. Bodies the four walls were never meant to protect.
Oh how I'm allowed to feel safe at home.
And in public - well, you know how that goes.
In the middle of the grid stands a fag extinguisher.
Make sure you know how to use it carefully.
Fags can be fatal.
And a Nike sock next to it.
For my fag ass.
The system is already set.
You are already inside it.
So am I.
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