KEEP the LIGHT on golden friday

This past year in the capital came on stage just as the previous ones had been doing that of late. It was welcomed with multiple splendiferous lights whose golden shining temptingly filled all the streets ready for it. Grand promises were decorated with gold, and wishes outspoke one another fighting for air. In a word, the year was announced as a champion one, the one that will make our reality unbelievable with its magical pace. We naively hoped something could really be better than it is now for, some years ago, a Golden Age started here. Gold fever rather than Golden Age may be a better term to describe what is happening in our capital, and for that matter the whole empire. Fortune has been overflowing, so much that people’s heads are spinning, and it’s as if it boggled their minds. Common people aside, alas, it struck the Parliament, where the wisest of us all contemplate. The greatest ones are naturally the ones most bewitched, so who is to open people’s eyes and encourage them now? In vain are the words of the greatest one of all since it is all so good that no one can believe it.

The balance sheet has been presented and it clearly shows that there’s no dilemma when it comes to benefits. Sick children have their treatments paid through fundraising text messages, nobody is hungry since the dumpsters are always full, and there’s order and discipline everywhere so the institutions and services have no work to do. It’s clear that no one steals any more and only the malicious ones can claim such nonsense since everything is under strict control coming from a single place. Painful surgical incisions of reform made by our tzar and god have started paying off, at least he says so, and you can’t contradict a tzar. The learned have finally realised how stupid they were, for it’s obvious the smart ones don’t need education, and is there a better thing than when even the stupid ones realise it’s time for them to go. The unemployment rate has never been lower since the stupid have left the coutry. It finally turns out that it’s all brawn, no brains, or the brains have been beaten out. Justice has come for the missing ones since their school days. It’s become completely clear that “Brainwork is unbearable“, so scholars, the tzar called masters, are done with. The environment is never better, one can’t tell what it used to be like. You simply can’t take all the benefits coming from all over the place Culture has spread its wings and soared so high that it can’t even be seen while art has been happily waiting to get off star track.

So close, yet so far, like a feverish Black Friday that takes your breath away. It’s no surprise that people are blinded by golden shining and so easily, bewitched by Corona, surrender to darkness.

That’s why GOLDEN FRIDAY came from a magical Neverland to point to “the one truth“ there is in this country. This is the day of mental hygiene, when all the brainwashed should have their minds cleared and all the blinded should have their vision restored without fear, and it should be announced everywhere. On that occasion a sculpture symbolizing a lighthouse, whose light won’t be just a decoration, is put up.The look of the sculpture relates to eternal wisdom and points to the secret of enlightment. The sculpture is put up in faith that it will help the ones lost in the dark of the Parliament building to once again find their faces in the mirror and with hope that their words will never again stumble upon people like Seka, Dragan and all the others who have taught us to look at the world eyes wide open.

Although there are a thousand faces to its appearance, the creature of art is unique in its distinctiveness leaving no one indiferent.

To some, the sculpture will look like a battering ram, so they will take it as a threat and a warning since it alludes to the irrelevance of their integrity and unsustainability of their priviledged position in society.

For others, it will be a real New year’s street decoration even more impressive and beautiful than others, a lot more expensive ones, the city is already decorated with.

To those who took a parliamentary oath it may look like a microphone and allude to limitless freedom of speech and our wide view of democracy.

Those to whom this sculpture represents justice based on the rule of law and determination to help the sick and the poor will be priviledged when it comes to buying it since it’s for sale to raise money for treating sick children.

The city fathers are expected to be first in line, of course.

The sculpture is called Keep light for it seems to be a true to life depiction of a strong course this government keeps by golden tradition, and smoothly sailes on even in the darkest of hours. We shouldn’t be surprised if many people sees this as the finger to those who from the highest places have been robbing them for years, showing wanton extravagance and ruining our city. As the author, I wouldn’t want to contradict any of them for I think they are right. I may be the only one who is not right here since I look at all that from an artist’s perspective, and it’s often apples and oranges in that field of work.Who but a hater would, surrounded with all the splendours of a Golden Age, pay attention to the sick children whose recovery could be paid for with the money spent on glamour and city decor. Truth-O-Meter is what I wanted to express through this sculpture, to show that you can measure the size and value of the deeds done in the name of the people. The Old one has gone, darted from the hospital ventilator, rushing towards a better tomorrow. The New one is at the door, even older and a better one. Good luck to it, there’s plenty to see!