December 30, 2008
Waiting for Obama
Year 2008 was one of the most productive times of my entire life. Excellent year for an artist. No holiday dramas, no identity puzzles, just work. My time was split between my lonely but lovely art work and collaboration with 15-some professional team. How lucky I am to have these people around me. The result of our work, Choosing My Religion, will premiere in February 2009.
In October I went back to New York in order to complete the texts for the CMR book. I know exactly when a multimedia piece, a painting or a photograph is completed but writing...I seem to need a strict dead line. I want to correct and rewrite my texts endlessly. This time consuming process seem to be easier far from my daily routines – if I have any routines.
I settled down to an old flat next to cozy Union Square area, took a walk around the quarter and opened my laptop. After eight hours I had to stretch and get something to eat. Only then I noticed the atmosphere around me. It could be called obamania. Wherever I went and with whoever I talked, every subject turned into Mr. Obama.
I guess the last time there was such an aura around an American politician was at the time of Kennedy clan. I can still remember a hot and dusty summer day in June 1968. I cried in the back of our van when I heard radio news about the murder of Robert Kennedy. That was my first political murder. I could not remember JFK`s murder since I was only 5 in 1963.
On November 4, 2008 I cried of joy and some kind of relief when Obama won the election. Leaving New York I took last glimpse to the Big Apple through JFK airport glass walls. I saw a blood red graffiti ”nobama” in a bus stop. I gulped and send immediately a message to angels or anyone who could keep murderers away from Barack Obama and all other great professionals who try to make this world a bit more open, fair and tolerant.
That´s my greatest wish for the New Year 2009 as well.
Posted by marita at 05:54 PM