Aid Bešić

April, 2015. Tradition is the ground on which we walk, the solid, impenetrable and tired. The method has remained almost the same or not?

The load of difference. One day in the life of a young migrant woman versus one day in the life of a young man from Europe.

The weight of time, irregular colors, people, unrealism in people, stories, sadness and happiness in cyber world. Trapped in ones and zeros. Nonexistent. Days to remember phobias. Time first. Time and moment, weight and abomination. Day after day, new. Poem and movement. Micro world and death that is always in us.

Illegal logging and selling. With this way of making money, humanity falls apart, but if it is the only choice to save someones life, is it then fair enough? This brings a clash between two human beings in middle of the forest somewhere in Bosnia and Herzegovina. Both of them are really in a strange position of choice.

April, 2015. Tradition is the ground on which we walk, the solid, impenetrable and tired. The method has remained almost the same or not?

April, 2015. Tradition is the ground on which we walk, the solid, impenetrable and tired. The method has remained almost the same or not?

The load of difference. One day in the life of a young migrant woman versus one day in the life of a young man from Europe.

The load of difference. One day in the life of a young migrant woman versus one day in the life of a young man from Europe.

The weight of time, irregular colors, people, unrealism in people, stories, sadness and happiness in cyber world. Trapped in ones and zeros. Nonexistent. Days to remember phobias. Time first. Time and moment, weight and abomination. Day after day, new. Poem and movement. Micro world and death that is always in us.

The weight of time, irregular colors, people, unrealism in people, stories, sadness and happiness in cyber world. Trapped in ones and zeros. Nonexistent. Days to remember phobias. Time first. Time and moment, weight and abomination. Day after day, new. Poem and movement. Micro world and death that is always in us.

The weight of time, irregular colors, people, unrealism in people, stories, sadness and happiness in cyber world. Trapped in ones and zeros. Nonexistent. Days to remember phobias. Time first. Time and moment, weight and abomination. Day after day, new. Poem and movement. Micro world and death that is always in us.

Illegal logging and selling. With this way of making money, humanity falls apart, but if it is the only choice to save someones life, is it then fair enough? This brings a clash between two human beings in middle of the forest somewhere in Bosnia and Herzegovina. Both of them are really in a strange position of choice.

Illegal logging and selling. With this way of making money, humanity falls apart, but if it is the only choice to save someones life, is it then fair enough? This brings a clash between two human beings in middle of the forest somewhere in Bosnia and Herzegovina. Both of them are really in a strange position of choice.