Dwelling Within the Unresolved
On Monday my evening exploration led me down the Draškovićeva street, reaching the tram station Branimirova. I took tram no. 2, heading towards Črnomerec. Spontaneously, I bumped into a Croatian friend who is living and working in Slovenia, we exchanged some thoughts and laughs before she exited. I continued all the way to Slovenska station, crossing Ilica, entering Slovenska street until I reached the Gallery Spot on the right. Together with Darko Šimičić, we traveled from the noise to silence, on the spot. Exiting the gallery, I was momentarily taken away by the orangey, diffuse ambiance. Am I in the render, I wondered. Leaving the atrium, I turned left entering Ilica and continued walking side by side with my fellow residential artist all the way to the Vincek pastry shop. I continued alone on Ilica to Trg Josipa Jelačića station, then took tram no. 6 towards Sopot. I exited at Branimirova, crossed the street, and returned to Draškovićeva.
On Tuesday afternoon, I took the opposite turn on Draškovićeva, walking all the way up to the intersection with Vlaška Street, then continuing uphill on Šoštarićeva. Passing the parking garage on the left, I reached Ribnjak Street, parallel to Park Ribnjak. Soon, I arrived at the Atelier Ribnjak building on the right. Entering, I walked up to the third floor. The sun, shining beneath the clouds, hit us directly as we sat in the studio space. Two hours passed in a blink of an eye. Hunger. Walking downstairs with my fellow resident artist, we turned left onto Ribnjak Street, walking downhill until we reached the Spar supermarket at the crossroads of Vlaška, Šoštarićeva, and Draškovićeva. After shopping, we continued on Vlaška, stopping for dinner at a Good Food restaurant at the intersection with Palmotićeva. Exiting into the night, we turned right onto Palmotićeva, then took a left at the first intersection, continuing on Jurišićeva. At the next intersection, we turned right back onto Draškovićeva.
On Wednesday, showering outside. Without an umbrella, I took tram no. 2 towards Črnomerec, only to realize after a few stops that I was on the wrong tram. I exited at Vodnikova station, turned right onto Savska cesta, then left onto Isidora Kršnjavoga Street, passing the athletic field on my right. At the first intersection, I turned right onto Kačićeva Street, walking all the way up to Ilica. After 10 meters, I turned right again, entering a passage leading to Studio-Galerija Klet. It took me around 15 minutes of walking, and by then, the rain had intensified. No one was around. A phone call—I had arrived at the wrong location. Exiting the atrium, I turned right and continued at a fast pace on Ilica until reaching the Frankopanska tram station, where I took tram no. 12 towards Ljubljanica. After five stops, I exited at Trešnjevački Square, crossed the road, passed a parking lot, and arrived at Kuća in the sharp U-shaped building’s inner atrium, running late. After our meeting, we took a group photo at the entrance before walking back to the city center with our host, Tena Starčević from Operation City. We turned right onto Nova cesta, crossed the road, passed another parking lot, and continued for about a kilometer before stopping at Submarine for lunch. The rain had finally stopped. After eating, we resumed our walk on Nova cesta, passing a Lidl supermarket, then turned right onto Magazinska street. After crossing the street and the train tracks. We continued our journey in the straight line on the street Republike Austrije, but soon after leaning towards Prilaz Gjure Deželića, passing Square Vladka Mačeka on the way. At the third intersection, we turned left onto Kačićeva, continuing to Ilica. A few meters ahead, we turned right through a passage, arriving at Studio-Galerija Klet once again. Exiting the gallery, we entered the adjacent Smak Press building. After about two hours, I left the area alone, low on energy. Turning left from the passage, I walked up Ilica for about 50 meters before realizing there was no tram station. The rain intensified again. I turned back down to the first tram station, Frankopanska, and boarded tram no. 6 towards Sopot. After four stops, I exited at Branimirova, crossed the road, and returned home.
On Thursday, I went down Daškovićeva, reaching tram station Branimirova, taking tram no. 2, towards Žitnjak. After riding for 7 stops and about 13 minutes, I missed my stop and exited at Donje Svetice. Walking back on Vukovarska Street, I crossed at the first intersection, reached the Heinzelova bus station, and waited 15 minutes for bus no. 217. After 12 stops and about 15 minutes, I exited at Žitnjak-ambulanta, crossed the road illegally turning back and continuing my way until I made the first turn on the right, on Žitnjak street. In about 60 meters, I entered the atrium of the Atelijeri Žitnjak on the right. It was raining heavily by then, and I was still without the umbrella. We explored the building and got to know some of its residents. The exceptional background story of this place left a strong impression on me. Moving back to the city centre, arriving back at the bus station Žitnjak-ambulanta, this time with all my fellow residential artists. We were waiting for about 20 minutes until boarding the bus, and then riding it for14 stops and about 17 minutes. Exiting at the bus station Kvaternikov Square, continuing walking straight on the street Vjekoslava Heinzela until reaching the tram station Kvaternikov Square. Separating. Taking the tram no. 4 towards Savski most and reaching Daškovićeva in about 7 minutes.
On Friday, a fellow resident artist picked me up in front of my building on her way to Tvornica Kulture. We head north on Draškovićeva, and turned right onto kneza Borne street. We continued straight for all the way to and through the Park kralja Petra Krešimira IV, crossing the kneza Višeslava street and continuing crossing the Avenija Marina Držića, turning left reaching destination, positioned in the corner building at the beginning of Pavla Šubića street. A musical journey, a dance. Going home we followed the exact opposite path, but this time with another residential artist.
On Saturday, I decided to capture the way I move through the city by revisiting my paths in writing. As I translated my movements into words, sentences, and paragraphs, I recognised an underlying sense of disorientation in the report, a sense of moving but never quite arriving. I approached my writing as if it were a score that, rather than accumulating into meaning, exposed its own limitations and constraints. Repetition did not lead to clarity. Instead, it revealed something unresolved, something incomplete. It did not uncover the hidden logic of the city, nor did it resist the structures that dictate movement. However, it may have resisted certain aspects of productivity. The essence of this retracing became an act of lingering in the mapping, where the city does not fully reveal itself. Nor do I. The city, the report, and I dwell within the unresolved, within a space of becoming rather than being.
On Sunday, the Sun finally returned. I ended up walking up Draškovićeva to take a tram no. 14 towards Mihaljevac. Riding for 6 stops and about 12 minutes, all the way to the final station. Crossing the road, entering the bus no. 140 towards Tomislavov dom. Riding for 3 stops and about 20 minutes until the bus station P.D. Runolist. Finding the forest path Šumarev Put and continuing my way uphill for about 50 minutes. Beautiful forest all around, and fascinating view back onto the city. 20 minutes into the forest path, I reached the snow. More and more snow, above. The ski slopes. I reached Toranj Sljeme where I enjoyed a view of the other side for about 10 minutes before continuing my way downhill in the direction of Tomislavov dom. I was going downhill through the forest path for about 30 minutes, reaching Planinarski dom Grafičar. Such a fairy land. I returned to the main road prilaz Kraljičinom zdencu to wait for a bus no. 140 towards Mihaljevac. Entering the bus, riding for 5 stops and about 25 minutes. Changing the bus for a tram no. 14, and returning back to Draškovićeva.
