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eng Automatic Translation

Silhouette of a Dying City

Siarhei Yazlavetski 2019
Series of photographs

Silhouette of a Dying City is a visual meditation on the quiet erosion of one of the world’s most iconic cities—a place not only succumbing to the waters that define it but also fading under the weight of its own myth. Through a series of ethereal, monochromatic images, I strip Venice of its familiar vibrancy, its bustling crowds, and its defining details, leaving only faint outlines and silhouettes. What remains is an invitation for viewers to reconstruct the city within themselves, to imagine a Venice of their own making, piecing together fragments of a dream.

This is a Venice suspended between presence and absence, where buildings, canals, and gondolas emerge as fleeting whispers on the edge of memory. Like silhouettes of people we think we recognise, these ghostly forms invite us to fill them with our own memories, associations, and fantasies. Here, Venice is not the vibrant tourist destination it has become, but an ancient, haunting space—a spectral stage where one can sense the murmur of voices, the touch of history, and the inevitability of time’s relentless passage.

In these images, Venice is a city at risk of both physical submersion and cultural erasure. It exists as a “ghost city,” neither fully alive nor entirely lost. My aim was to capture Venice not as it is seen, but as it is felt—a place where the line between reality and reverie is as fluid as the surrounding waters. By reducing Venice to its purest form, I hope to offer a glimpse of a city in decline, asking viewers to consider what it means to love, remember, and ultimately let go of something that has always felt eternal.

This series is my tribute to a city slipping away—a dreamscape that lets us confront both its fragility and our own. Through these silhouettes, I invite you to mourn, to remember, and perhaps to glimpse Venice in its ghostly, transcendent beauty.