Human relationship with earth is complex and primordial, ranging from pragmatic to metaphysical. As if earth carried the weight of the world itself, we’re on top of the lid of this giant mass before which the weight of human body or gesture is unremarkable. Yet there is a certain heaviness to excavation,physical labour and effort, decision,commitment – a human-sized hole in the ground interferes with strata.
Nature is above and below the soil, but somehow also within us, wild and essentially blind for good and evil. While it presents itself through violence in people, in art it often assumes the shape of a landscape.Vladimir Miladinović summonsnature through a peculiar form of landscape in his own art. In the missing contact of the earth and the sky, these landscapes will hardly provide serenity. Disturbed soil walks us through layers that go much deeper than the surface of the paper. The depth of soil, however, seems endless; so does the possibility toimagine different truths behind theimage. A single paper-thick sheet of history makes the memory restless.
Through his own renditions of photography made not out of artistic endevours but for forensic purposes, the author creates a body of work with an aura independent from theoriginal. This is where Miladinović’sart asks too much from us. It invites us to accept the semiotics behind the harrowing archives that he meticulously brings to life and then to separate the image from what it represents, without giving us any key or the right answer. In a strong, black and white contrast to the factual resides our expectation from art to be independent, self-referential as of the moment in which we see it.
In this light, Miladinović’s newlandscape is one of its own kind,followed only by the yellow flowersthat grow on the soil whose topography survived human nature. Cavities, chalk and coal are left on the other side of the image, as a given, but also with a possibility to be left intact, non-excavated, perhaps even liberated from the past. The grass and the leaves that cover the soil invite us to breed new narratives.
Text written by Natalija Paunić
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