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One of art’s greatest impossibilities is the issue of presenting fragrance within an image. More delicate than colour, it has the ability to evoke forgotten events, impulses, the chaos and calm of life. Paint me a fragrance is a request similar to give me back my memories, return to me the moment that has disappeared never to appear in the same form again.

I remember well. I did not know who I was, neither to where I belong, after  that moment. Still, I am afraid to lose it. I am very afraid – what if never … I felt this way.. ever again. 

Music releases all those suppressed emotions. Those that do not show, which sometimes come-across, just for a moment, just like a madness, only in blue. How to turn-back moment which we never want to lose ? 

Take me by the hand. We will go to visit again our place, same place from our old dreams. Yes, wear that shirt, same shirt That you wear that day, and we are going now, just at 17:00h remember? That time of the day we will usually met..And, and I would invite every person for which Im sure that we met that day. Now, now I remember again everything. Hurry, we must go.

We trying to remember, trying to not to forget. Having in mind that there is a way and idea how to do it – made my existence more profound. We knew that our idea was similar to shooting a film scene – and that we don’t want to return back just the time, yet – emotions of that day.  Who are we really – any idea humans? 

We – made of fractions, fractions of memories, in the moment as we come back to them it’s just as we come back to one part of ourselves, this forgotten part to whom we used to say: be silent. Quiet and silent. Be here and pretend that you are not. Be somewhere here, so close to in-betweenness. 

We dived in the same sight, somewhat desperate, realizing how we will never again be so close to our deepest self. We did not want to suppress it, not this time. Even if there is no return to the lived emotions, no reconstructions of the same feeling, but still, there is a memory, so vibrant – that thought of it just now – excites the universe.  

On that day we felt irreplaceable.

©Tina Bikic