The installation in the space consists of 14 photographs in 180x120 cm format. In the photographs, interventions were made in the form of weaving with wire and wool, which expands the two-dimensional space of the photographic landscape to three-dimensional space, so to speak, the landscape "enters" space and conquers it - conquers the observer or better said the participant in the landscape. Landscape interventions are a natural continuation of the motif in photography and bring it to life. The observer/participant is invited to freely touch the landscape and all its artefacts, with a warning that he may be injured (by the sharpness of the wire) just as in a real landscape. Through this installation, I re-examine the possibility of "transferring" the landscape beyond its reality, bringing it into the fictional reality of art. Landscape as an intimate space is the last refuge of humanity. By imitating the intimate (space), I remind the participants/viewers of their origin, of the need for intimacy, for touch, an emotion that arises from a completely personal experience and active participation. The circular shape of the installation is associated with a kind of ritual modelled on the ancient pagan customs through which people communicate with nature and the "higher forces" they considered superior. The repetitiveness of photographs (similar to the motifs shown on them) distracts the viewer from the traditional viewing of a photograph as the ultimate experience and directs him towards perceiving the whole. That whole changes its expression depending on the place where the viewer is. External and internal viewing of the setting implies a sensory and intellectual experience of one and the same scene. The installation is accompanied by sound by Marko Jevtić.

The series of photographs entitled "A short story about...  fear" deals with one of the strongest feelings in life for all of us, and that is fear. On one hand, fear drives us to survive, forcing us to go ahead and cross the barriers. On the other hand, fear paralyzes us. Due to the fear we remain locked, frozen in our lifetimes powerless to get rid of that thin, almost transparent membrane that envelops us and all of our actions. Unlike the fear that arises due to the imminent danger, the fear of our own life resides in a subconscious level, and becomes our silent companion, mostly during the whole life. Its destructive power is blurred in the illusion that we passionately cherish - the illusion of control over our lives, just as the photograph has the illusion of reality. However, some manage to solid, petrified form of fear transform into a fluid mass that flows like blood flow to our body and allows it to move freely, changing and evolving. Like the water in which we leave dangling,  fear takes the form of what we give to him.