No longer a firm surface but a muddy terrain, the ground lurks and moves beneath your feet. Marked by doubleness, hybridity and metamorphosis, a wasteland reveals its grotesque qualities. You stay with the trouble. Categories organising the geography of our perceptions and reality blur, outlines become messy. It is impossible to say with certainty what roams this borderland, but their tracks pave the passage between worlds. The second landscape of “Under This Strange Sun” is a sample of a world in transition, a realm of post-anthropogenic wilderness stretching between what is obsolete and what is yet to come. Experiences of loss, decay, mutation, transformation and growth mark this interim condition, and anticipate a new way of worlding that holds a promise that something else might spring from the traces we leave behind.

— Tjaša Pogačar