Still Hide by Sasha Kiril Doytcheva is an exploration of Bulgrian folkloric ritual- documenting the innevitable death of the cultural artifact by an attempt of commemoration.
It’s kind of like a home but it’s really not.
It’s not for you to live in, but you could envision yourself here.
You see me wrapped in familiar texture and I reside in a familiar environment.
You hear the music that makes me move, but I am an object now.
You can just think about me, or choose not to.
I’m confronting you, but not, at the same time.
I’m not confronting you the way I should be, my purpose has been rendered obsolete.
It’s kind of like a home but it’s really not.
It’s not for you to live in, but you could envision yourself here.
You see me wrapped in familiar texture and I reside in a familiar environment.
You hear the music that makes me move, but I am an object now.
You can just think about me, or choose not to.
I’m confronting you, but not, at the same time.
I’m not confronting you the way I should be, my purpose has been rendered obsolete.