[ Saša Tatić’s imposing pieces tap into the painfully natural confusion of being away from where one co- mes from — while perhaps facing their newly-found sense of belonging. Through their colourful visu- al lightness highly charged with spite, they convey messages of rejection and acceptance to the dia- spora, the “host” nations, and those who stay back — all at once. Inviting the audiences to use them as photo backdrops, they are only seemingly simple statements: postcards to and from home; manifes- tos; all those things you wanted to say in the heat of the moment and later regretted that you did not. They are as light as feathers of poetry and hit oh so close to home. Either way: they spare no one. A word by Uroš Pajović ]