I’m writing this article partly because I want to continue to explore my own relation to national identity and how it affects me. For that, I need to go through the looking glass.
Even on a regular, boring, everyday commute through Belgrade, you can’t resist the views of the urban landscapes of the city. Views completely covered in spray paint, going through the New Belgrade, had me wondering what was the intent behind yet another barely readable drawing. Right next to it - a lover’s confession on a fading fragment of an old brutalist building. Still, I couldn’t help but be captivated by the complex graffiti exhibition that covers even the most unreachable places, and the abandoned, dirty, and ruined spots that we like to pretend don’t exist. I have to say I admire some for their artistry and commitment - it promotes the undying culture of youth and rebellion, which is inspiring. Although, beyond the aesthetic allure there is a quiet whisper, often unnoticed, a dialogue that weaves through our subconscious minds.
