Wandering Around the Huge Delta comes from the Bosnian war. The works in this exhibition revolve around a delta made of lead:
The delta that had to be a paradise is the setting of long processions of caravans on the way to exile. Like in Uganda, Albania, and a bunch of years ago, in Palestine...
I do not know why I always imagined that the paradise would be located on a delta; perhaps for the fertile plains where rivers dye. I often wander around the river Ter’s delta, between fields of apple trees. Alas, the apple! We would have been expelled from the paradise because of it!
Never have there been any paradise, nor do I think that one is expecting us in the hereafter.
So I imagine the lead material, coarse, terrestrial, and I hammer it, thinking that at least here on earth, it is still possible.