emerging, even if only from my own personal set of mind and boundaries,
is a Montreal-based photographer and a native of Sarajevo. He has
collaborated on the "Lazarus Project" and "Nowhere Man" with the writer Aleksandar Hemon.
Wayne: You have been working on a collaboration called Lazarus
with the writer Aleksandar Hemon.
Can you talk about how you both came to work on the project? What was
its genesis, and where are you taking the project? How much does it
relate to the collaborative work that appeared in The Paris Review?
Velibor: The writer Aleksandar
who happens to [have been] my best friend for more than 20 years, asked
me to accompany him on a research trip to Eastern Europe and document
it with my camera. Hemon’s
book will be partially based on the life of Lazarus Averbuch,
a young Jewish immigrant who at the age of 19 was killed by the Chicago
chief of police, only months after his arrival to America in 1908. We
were going back to where Lazarus came from,
trying to understand the places he left behind.
Lazarus story is very interesting and eerily familiar almost 100 years
after the incident when he was killed under mysterious circumstances.
Based on the story version by [the Chicago chief of police] the man who
killed him, the press started the hype, labeling
dead Lazarus as an “anarchist,” emphasizing his body features (his
curly hair, low forehead… his brain was taken out and examined by
scientists to ‘understand’ the mind of an anarchist) and triggering
hysteria among ‘decent’ citizens towards the immigrants. (Everyone who
looked different, if not an anarchist/terrorist already,
is a potential anarchist / terrorist and has to be closely monitored…
This was in 1908. All of this is well documented in Chicago historical
archives and in a book by Walter Roth and Joe Kraus “An Accidental
Anarchist: How the Killing of a Humble Jewish Immigrant by Chicago’s
Chief of Police Exposed the Conflict Between Law and Order and Civil
Rights in Early Twentieth Century America.”
Averbuch was born in Kishinev, today Chisinau, the
capital of Moldova. There, as a child he survived the pogrom and
escaped with his family to Chernivtsi,
then continued his journey to Chicago where he
was killed. We went in the opposite direction. We were not going to
solve the mystery of Lazarus’s life and death and that was not the
intent behind the trip. Aleksandar
needed to see, hear, sense the remaining fragments of the times and
locations Lazarus went through on his journey from Chisinau to Chicago.
We were not in search of the history (as historians would) but rather
in search of the story. The resulting photo essay is not pretending to
be an objective photo journalistic portrait of the region, it is more a personal reflection on places
we visited and people we met during the trip. In retrospect, while Aleksandar was looking for his story
I was looking for myself.
Wayne: You have also created "The Pronek Guide
to Chicago" in response to Hemon’s
novel "Nowhere Man." How and why was that project launched?
Velibor: At the time "Nowhere Man" was coming out, the editor
/ publisher wanted to do a web-based interactive Pronek’s Guide to Chicago. Pronek
is the main character in the book, and there are lots of references to
contemporary Chicago. It was a great idea, but it never got completed
since the editor moved to another publishing house, and the author
followed, and the project stalled. But parts of it can still be seen on
the author’s website.
Your Montreal project you call a “Fiction: Life/Discreet.” You describe
the project in this way: “Everyone in this city, as in any other,
creates and lives in a city of their own, built on personal paths,
streets, sites, realities and dreams, perhaps. We do not follow the
same routes and we do not experience the same emotions, even though it
might often seem as if we do. Here are the fragments of the city I
build, the one I create so it could belong to me.” Why do you think
there is that much separation in how each of us sees and uses (visual)
Velibor: I wouldn’t call it separation. Seems too harsh of a word.
I am a city person and couldn’t imagine living in suburbs or anywhere
outside the city. Cities bring people together. Where I live, just in
that one block, there are about 150 to 200 apartments. The only thing
we all—300 to 400 of us—have in common for sure is that we all hit the
same traffic lights every morning when leaving the house, whether we
walk or drive or bike. Beyond that point, it’s a big mystery. We work
in different places, we shop at different places, we enjoy different
spots in town, every day we come back home feeling one way or another, we
occasionally stumble upon each other somewhere. We dream different
dreams. I have places in town I visit every single day. Some I visit
from time to time, and many I’ll never see. Often, I see someone, often
just in passing, who provokes my interest and I think how the chances
are I’ll never see this person again, as long as I live. There are a
few million people in this city, even more in yours. Yet, we tend to
say New Yorkers are like this, Parisians are like that, but in essence,
we are all individuals. The cities do not shape people, it is the
people who shape and build cities. This city didn’t embrace me when I
arrived, I embraced this city.
Your project “Soul Neighborhood” is in reaction to your first visit
back to Sarajevo after you left in 1998. Can you share what it felt
like emotionally to return to the city? How do we see this in the
photographs of your project? How intentional was it to shoot the return
in black and white?
There was no intention. Black and white was the only way I took
pictures at the time. For the longest time I could only think of
photography as black and white. Only since I got my first digital
camera a few months ago have I started creating color images. It’s
still a struggle.
to Bosnia was emotional, and I was kind of frozen—didn’t take many
pictures. I was in Sarajevo during the siege, lived with the city
through its hardest times. That’s where my family still is, that’s
where I have friends, there are all these places I have deep feelings
for, the memories of my childhood and the memories of the war. I still
have dreams set in Sarajevo, and I have nightmares. In 2005, I went
back with my children for the first time, and they are the only faces
you can see from that series. I almost didn’t take any photographs of
people. I took photos of trees, flowers, asphalt and clouds, mostly. I
guess I was pretty screwed up at the time.
Your life has taken you from Slovenia to Bosnia-Herzegovina to Canada.
How do you think these moves have colored your visual outlook? What
early interests did you have in photography, what waylaid them (and
sent you into a career as an engineer instead), and why do you say it's only recently that you’re
starting to push your work out?
Had my parents decided to stay in Slovenia, instead of moving to
Sarajevo when I was four years old—I would have been someone else now,
most probably someone very different, and what would have been the
chances that I would be photographing at all? The move to Sarajevo I
consider the most fortunate thing in my life, since Sarajevo was the
best place on the planet to grow up in. I have nothing but great
memories of my childhood, I have a great group of friends and, while
dispersed all over the world because of the war, we still deeply care
for each other and use every opportunity to get together. The war was
so terrible to send hundreds of thousands of people to death and
millions to seek refuge, but the war couldn’t break this circle of
friendship. My visual outlook has been the product of life experience
[…] and that always includes experiences of others.
photographs I don’t think I had an early
interest to be a photographer. My interests layered on each other, very
slowly—at one point my only interest was pure survival. It took more
than 30 years for this photography layer to settle and for me to
realize this is what I want to do in life. Some people know what they
want to do at the age of six, some at the age of 15, but for me it took
much longer and that’s not necessarily a bad thing.
What photographic or artistic training have you had? What spurred you
to promote your work more heavily, and what are you doing to promote it?
I had no formal training. When I was in high school, a good friend of
mine would lock himself in the school darkroom, and it seemed to be a
nice place to hide from the crowd and professors. So I would join him,
and he showed me the basics of darkroom magic. It was the same friend
who was doing the same thing when we were at university, so I would
accompany him again. But I didn’t photograph at the time. I knew how to
print, but didn’t even have a camera.
my photographic and artistic training came from my interest in
music, movies and art. And
literature, of course.
It came from my friends, as we would share what we had discovered, and
we talked and discussed and fought. We were a curious bunch. We were
growing up in a communist-run country but the borders were open, and
people would travel, foreigners were coming. Compared to our peers in
Montreal or in London, we had to do a little bit extra to get the
latest XTC or Birthday Party LP records, and we did. There was no store
down the street that carried the latest punk or new wave records, or rather, there was a store but no XTC
records in it. So we did that little extra effort to get what we
needed. No training, just life.
started taking photographs once I moved to Montreal, some eight years
ago. All along, I had been working as an engineer in a big aerospace
corporation, and the photography kept me sane. But I had a very limited
time for photography—only after my kids would go to bed—so I didn’t
have much sleep in the last few years, which is a very familiar story
to many photographers.
discomfort with the corporate world resulted in growing internal
conflicts with myself—ethical, moral, human—and finally led me to take
time off from work and dedicate all my time to photography. This is a
period of my life where some big decisions have to be made. I’m
terrible in promoting anything, especially myself, and I make all the
mistakes beginners do. But I try with some simple steps: set up the
website, opened a Digital Railroad account, finally started to submit
some of the stories to some magazines—and getting to know people from
the photography world, even if only virtual. I discovered the Lightstalkers forum from where I
learn, I hope, a great deal about all the aspects of photography,
including how to promote oneself.
photography world, I’m a complete outsider—from a different academic
background, doing the type of photography that will never be of
interest to popular media or the broad public. I’m 40 years old,
therefore by most standards I can’t be an “emerging” photographer.
Emerging photographers can’t be more than 25 or sometimes 35 years
old?! Who sets up those limits anyway? They seem to be unable to
foresee the possibility of someone emerging when 40. Well, I’m
emerging, even if only from my own personal set of mind and boundaries,
I’m emerging. It’s good to be an outsider.
Wayne: You have the two collaborations
your Montreal project is called a “fiction.” How does literature
otherwise influence your photography? What are your thoughts on the
interplay of image and text?
Literature is so powerful, sometimes it just blows me away together
with my photography. Literature has a huge influence on everything I
do, not only on my photography.
trying to do with your photography the
interplay of image and text can play a huge importance.
Photography was always about storytelling, but sometimes I think that
nothing is as capable of storytelling as literature; every art medium’s
storytelling capability is very limited when compared to literature.
The reason is that literature always leaves some space for a reader’s
imagination. The great photography works have the same power since,
while depicting the scene in details, it’s often about what’s left out
of the frame, or what has just slipped out of the frame that draws us
I think about what led to the scene or what
happened moments after, things I anticipate further down the road or
about things that can’t be photographed at all. It’s a viewer’s
imagination that plays a gigantic role. I want to look at your
photograph for as long as I feel like it, and I want to leave that
space with this whole new world your photograph has created in my mind.
What worries me a lot is today’s tendency for a photo essay, in order
to be taken seriously and eventually published in any form, to be
accompanied by a well-written text as if it requires an explanation.
Pictures that are well "packaged"
a priori taken more seriously than a body of work
not “packaged,” however good it is. Photography doesn’t need
explanation. Two examples that come first to mind, since I saw them
recently, is Andy
Levin’s "Coney Island" series and Stefan Rohner’s
"Humans," which I only saw in multimedia format. Fantastic photographs,
no captions or voiceover—at least in the presentations I saw—just
photography at its best. It is so refreshing to see someone today have
the courage to call his photo series simply "Humans" and present it
without wrapping. And it is beautiful. When introducing his series to the Lightstalkers
forum, Stefan wrote something like “no big theme, just bunch of
pictures together…,” knowing, I guess, that people expect big themes
and explanation. I’m not judging anything and, of course, I’m not
talking about news photography. I’m only afraid that we will never see
some great photography work because it is not packaged and will not be
taken seriously. Most of us fall right into this trap, I often do.
photo editor of a magazine. He was obviously
interested in my project after seeing the pictures, but then he started
asking me to talk—write—about my project, which I did, but then he
wanted more and more. No matter how much he liked the photographs, he
needed to come up with the explanation, I assume, for the viewers on
how, why, who… As if everything has to be explained—not giving a viewer
a chance to draw his own conclusions or make up his own story. There is
hardly any space for photography as a product of photographer’s
emotions, perception and inner self references… At the end, I believe,
only photography that stands on its own ground has a chance to be
Wayne: Can you talk about your work
process for the "Pronek
Guide?" For instance, did you identify passages that you wanted to
illustrate, or did you take the mood from the novel and work from that
No passages were identified before the photographs were taken; there
were no pre-set guidelines or targets. All the photographs were taken
while Aleksandar and I
walked around Chicago. We simply stepped into the space that defined
"Nowhere Man"—we lived in that space, and all along I was taking
pictures. I know where "Nowhere Man" comes from, and it is that
understanding between us that made it easy to work together. The
process didn’t require any “screenplay.” It was a dialogue between the
photographs and the book's mood, between the photographer and the
writer; there was no requirement for the photographs to be descriptive.
The passages and photographs were matched together only afterwards.
Talking about it now makes me sad that we never got to complete the project, it was suppose to be an
interactive guide, requiring the viewer / reader to participate.
Can you talk about your photographic influences? Which photographers do
you admire? In particular, are there any European photographers that
might be unfamiliar to many Americans?
There are so many it is really very hard to isolate a few. I admire all
photographers for what they are trying to do, for making art out of
everyday reality, for stimulating us to imagine while looking at the
should I need to mention some names, the first that come to mind
is Richard Copeland Miller,
who I believe was American. Sadly, he died prematurely, and there is
not much trace of him anymore. When I was starting I saw his
photographs from "Passage:
and it opened up a whole new world for me. It’s a coincidence that this
work came out as I was starting out, and it really made me believe in
photographers in Europe at the moment. One that
I’ll mention is Klavdij Sluban [see also the gallery from Sluban's
Aftermath], French, whose work I’m very, very fond of. Also, young
Bosnian photographer Zijah Gafic, who created the beautiful story “The
Last Bosnian Village” when
he was only 20 and went on to photograph all over the world. But then
there are hundreds of great photographers, who am I to pick? It is
rather subjective. I live in North America too, and I know nothing more
about European photography today than anybody else interested in
photography on this continent.