"Meanwhile" has no beginning and no end, no unraveling and not even a binding idea. There is no topic to deal with. It doesn’t want to convey anything or comment on something. Meanwhile is not limited by place, time and it does not want to say something specific. It doesn’t have a precise intention. It isn’t witness of time, bearer of meaning, compliment on beauty; it isn’t even expression of given feelings. It’s simply somewhere in the meantime…

In the meantime of what is portrayed as real, what we could imagine as its meaning and what that imagination activates. It’s in the meantime of what is in the picture and what stays beyond it, in the meantime of what happens or doesn’t happen; in the meantime of what we’re able to recognize and what we’re not. In the meantime of what we can see and what we only suspect, in the meantime of what we identify and what we overlook, meanwhile...

Slovakia, 2004