This piece is a tribute to the unsettling folklore horror of Djordje Kadijević and his cult film Leptirica (She-Butterfly), one of the most haunting representations of Balkan vampire mythology.
Like a child in a walker, a human being feels safe within a confined world. The walls of reason, religion, custom, and science form our small circle of light. But beyond that boundary, in the dark, something remains that we do not understand. And that is where myth begins.
A word whose original meaning has been lost through centuries still survives. Vampire. A Slavic word that conquered the world, yet never truly left its native soil. In rural parts of Eastern Serbia, rituals surrounding burial are still practiced without question,the way the body is laid to rest, how the grave is sealed, how the boundary between the living and the dead is carefully guarded. These are not merely customs. They are fragments of collective memory, witch are still respected.Here, the vampire is archaic, heavy, earthly. It belongs to soil and shadow, to collective trauma. It is a symbol of what we attempt to suppress ,yet what inevitably resurfaces.
Art behind this is rooten deeply in actual funeral rites of Balkans, woman is buried with a lot of offerings, there is a lot of dukats (dowry) apples withc in Cajkanovic study posibly represents a glimpse and remebmrance of life itself. but with all that makeup and offerings, on the chests itself lies the proto vampire, a amorphic blob of semi coagulated blood, withc again in Cajkanovic study posibly represents the esense of the Vampire itself, corupting a body, craves for a life....
What happens when the dead do not remain dead?
And what happens when fear outlives memory?