{"id":2159,"date":"2025-11-17T13:53:49","date_gmt":"2025-11-17T11:53:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/fotoklub-kamnik.si\/?page_id=2159"},"modified":"2025-12-12T10:56:19","modified_gmt":"2025-12-12T08:56:19","slug":"razstava-tisina-2025","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/fotoklub-kamnik.si\/en\/razstava-tisina-2025\/","title":{"rendered":"Silence 2025 Exhibition"},"content":{"rendered":"

Tomaz Bercic<\/strong> <\/a>
\nWhen the piglets fall silent<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

To many, the area reminds them of concentration camps. And that's no coincidence.
\nThe author, through a photographic depiction of an abandoned pig farm in Ihan, expressed his thoughts on the relationship between humans and other living beings.
\nThe abandoned farm in Ihan is silent today, but this silence is louder than all the screams that were once lost in the concrete here.
\nThis is a place where animals have never been treated as living beings, but as raw materials \u2013 as numbers on the assembly line of our consumption.
\nOur attitude towards the animals we use in our daily diet should be more respectful.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Klara Ravnikar <\/a>
\nBlue hour<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

A series of three photographs captures the quietest moments of the day \u2013 the blue hour, that brief, almost elusive transition between light and darkness.
\nThis is the time when the day is drawing to a close, when the day birds go to rest, while the night birds have not yet awakened. In these rare minutes,
\nWhen the world calms down and sinks into a gentle blue, true serenity is born. The photographs show the misty November evening
\nDeer, silent companions of the blue hour. They tread carefully across the field, taking advantage of moments of complete silence to search for food in peace.
\nTheir presence emphasizes the fragility and beauty of these transient moments \u2013 the delicate balance between day and night, between movement and stillness, between nature and its breath.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Sasha Slamnik<\/strong> <\/a>
\nWhen the world calms down in itself<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201c"Silence is a language" God<\/span>. "Everything else is just a bad translation"\u201d<\/div>\n
(R\u016bm\u012b, 13th-century Persian poet and mystic)<\/em><\/div>\n

 <\/p>\n

Simon Podgor\u0161ek
\nSilence is a command<\/span>
\n<\/a><\/strong>Silence is a command.
\nThe city sleeps. We are awake.
\nOur flash is the production of truth.<\/p>\n

Street arteries
\nOpened under the knife of light.
\nThe man is gone. A trace remains.
\nAbsence \u2013 our protocol.<\/p>\n

Silence is not emptiness.
\nIt is the voice of control.
\nEvery outline is a report,
\nEvery pixel is a condemnation.<\/p>\n

Don't look for beauty. This is work.
\nWe are not creators.
\nWe are the body that records
\nThe illusion of your existence.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hana Podgorsek <\/a>
\n<\/strong>Silence<\/span>
\n<\/b><\/b>In the silence of the night I entered the city,
\nwhere the light softly traces its trail,
\nKamnik breathed slowly, gently,
\nas if whispering: come again.<\/i><\/p>\n

I walked among houses without people,
\nwhere every shadow carries its own thought.
\nIn peace I caught what the darkness shows \u2014
\nsilent shapes that the day carries away.<\/p>\n

The trees rustled rhymes in the wind,
\nthe streets sang to the rhythm of the night.
\nAnd in this darkness that has become mine,
\nI found a moment that still shines.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Janez Glava\u010d <\/a>
\nSilence<\/span><\/strong>
\nThe members of the photo club voted on three possible themes for the photographs to be exhibited at our annual group exhibition. The chosen theme was silence, which sounds quite abstract and requires quite a bit of thought on how to present silence through photography. I knew that our members would put up great photos, which they apparently succeeded in doing. But I don't have much imagination myself, so I wanted to stay on solid ground and present something different, more real. I thought of a settlement that the Prekmurje people call T\u00ed\u0161ina, whose name is also "easy to read" as silence.<\/p>\n

T\u00ed\u0161ina is a municipality in Prekmurje between Murska Sobota and Radenci. Apart from T\u00ed\u0161ina, the municipality consists of 11 other settlements, and the mayor of this municipality has been my former colleague Franci Horvat for the fifteenth year in a row. So I decided to present this settlement in a very short way with photographs. T\u00ed\u0161ina has a lot of beautiful and interesting photographic motifs, but the exhibition space in our gallery is limited, so I have chosen only five photographs from locations that made the strongest impression on me and could fall within the scope of the theme of today's exhibition. The absence of sound is the simplest definition of silence.<\/p>\n

Although my photographs are filled with vivid green, red, and golden autumn colors, there is no sound because there are no people in them, the park with its century-old trees is lonely, without the screams of children on the swing or the voices of random visitors. That is why my photographs are dominated by the peaceful silence of early, golden autumn, which will soon become even quieter, the white silence of winter. The latter would also be interesting to photograph in Silence.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joze Zupin
\n<\/strong>Forest<\/strong><\/span>
\n<\/a>We perceive silence with our feelings and senses. We can describe it with superlatives: Quiet, quieter, quietest. Photography also perceives and immortalizes silence in its own way. Personally, I am calmed by the forest with its grandeur and silence, which is why I often go there. It surprises me with its natural laws that arose spontaneously in the history of the Earth. I want to preserve, observe and photograph this happening. I am a woodworker by profession and visiting the forest gives me a new impetus for creativity. If I managed to capture your attention with my photographs, I have fulfilled my mission.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Jana Bratuz<\/strong>
\n<\/a>The petrified silence of eloquent stones<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Summer. Sea. Lonely pebble beach. Silence. Chasing boredom
\nThe author's gaze is drawn to stones of various shapes and colors, as she
\ncreated and transformed by nature.
\nA stone as a stone, many would say. But a careful eye with a bit of imagination between
\nThrough them, he discovers different faces, even the image of a dog.
\nThe silence of a petrified argument, the silent barking of a dog, and the twisted face of a stranger...
\nthey tell hidden stories that you can discover when you look at the photographs
\nLet's recreate it ourselves. Each to their own.<\/p>\n

Titles of individual photos:<\/strong><\/em>
\nQuarrel<\/em>
\nI'm not barking today.<\/em>
\nSilent<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Miro Hrkalovi\u0107<\/strong>
\nMy silence<\/strong><\/span><\/a>
\nA moment of silence before the big bang.
\nWhen everything has to be quiet.
\nSilence when working from home.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Belmin Hodzic<\/strong>
\n<\/a>Illusion<\/strong><\/span>
\nTo distinguish between appearance and reality is to think.
\nBut the boundary between them is never constant \u2014 it shifts with every glance.
\nIn the space between certainty and doubt, one finds freedom.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Du\u0161an Letnar <\/a>
\nLonely mill<\/span>
\n<\/strong>Once a bustling and noisy mill, where stones creaked, grain was crushed and water sang under the wheels, today it sits quietly at the end of a lonely valley. Nine analogue black and white photographs reveal a place that once provided flour for everyone, but now exists as a silent memory of a time when children chased each other in the grain fields. The series captures its silence, beauty and persistence in time.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Marjan Drolc <\/a>
\nFossils<\/span>
\n<\/strong>They waited in silence for 250 million years.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n


\nMark Antony Novak<\/strong>
\n<\/a>End of the world
\n<\/strong><\/span>\u2026the end of the world. A series of photographs entitled \u201cFinis Mundi\u201d are the work of photographer Marko Antoni Novak. They show the collapse of two buildings in Kamnik. The former Fran Albrecht Elementary School during demolition and the granary at Zaprice Castle during arson. The photographer is exhibiting these photographs at this year\u2019s FKK OFF! group exhibition entitled Silence<\/strong>. The philosophy of this series is simple: when we lose something, we all fall silent.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n


\nIlona Mrgole <\/a>
\nThe light remains
\n<\/span><\/strong>Maybe nothing really disappears.
\nMaybe it just turns into light,
\ninto breath, into peace.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n


\nPrimo\u017e Poljan\u0161ek<\/strong> <\/a>
\nStation<\/strong><\/span>
\nPrimo\u017e Poljan\u0161ek\u2019s series of photographs explores the mysterious and silent moments at a train station, where the transience of time and waiting meet. In black and white, Poljan\u0161ek captures the atmosphere where the station is not just a passage, but a place of introspection, peace and expectation. The photographs from this series reveal the silence that reigns in the moments between the arrival and departure of trains, when time seems to stand still for a moment. In each shot, Poljan\u0161ek creates a space for reflection \u2013 silence, transience, contemplation and connection with the environment. \u201eStation\u201c is not just a visual record, but an invitation to delve into the silence and the hidden stories that the station reveals in our inner awareness.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Toma\u017e Ber\u010di\u010d Ko pujsi obmolknejo Marsikoga obmo\u010dje spominja na koncentracijska tabori\u0161\u010da. In to ni naklju\u010dje. Avtor je s fotografskim prikazom zapu\u0161\u010dene pra\u0161i\u010dje farme v Ihanu podal razmi\u0161ljanje o odnosu \u010dloveka […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":7,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-2159","page","type-page","status-publish","czr-hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/fotoklub-kamnik.si\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/2159","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/fotoklub-kamnik.si\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/fotoklub-kamnik.si\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fotoklub-kamnik.si\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/7"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fotoklub-kamnik.si\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2159"}],"version-history":[{"count":38,"href":"https:\/\/fotoklub-kamnik.si\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/2159\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2221,"href":"https:\/\/fotoklub-kamnik.si\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/2159\/revisions\/2221"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/fotoklub-kamnik.si\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2159"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}