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The system is one / The system is pathetic.

Seemingly, everything is there...

Family, friends, foreign language lessons, cars time spent together, work, thinking. And the artist himself...

Nailed down by questions, nailed down in questions. Maybe only understandable through questions.

Let’s start then.

Question I: Is the benevolent authority more valid than the faceless, remote one that makes us stutter?

Question II: If you attend the exhibition for which your application had been refused, are you facing your own failure? Or is it just the desire to belong?

Question III: Does the (artist) strategy “be anti-social to impress the circles” work, and if so- under which circumstances?

Question IV: Does an anti- social man really have the need to impress the people who have made him become anti-social in the first place?

Question V: Does an anti-social man have a need to impress anyone at all?

Question VI: Does being with someone necessarily mean being happy, not-

alone?

Question VII: Do men, at all, remember?

Question VIII: Are artists vain? Or do they just live through things more intensely than other people do?

Question IX: Does Batman live in a camera

Question X: Can a week still be considered a week, if it starts on Thursday?

Question XI: If an absence of sense is something that happens to the rare few, how many of the rare few are allowed in one place? Geographically?

Question XII: Are questions to which we have known the answers for ages, really necessary? And perhaps accidentally, one might say, unprovoked, I remembered Joyce’s novel A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man.

Marija left her country.

I remembered, so had Joyce.



Ivana Blagojevic

The Yugoslav Biennial of Young Artists Vrsac 2004.