The first thing the stranger said to me then, to me, Before Glibota (1945-2020), upon seeing me, addresses me and disconcerts me:
– I will be your herald to announce that your work is unique and fundamental. And that you are infinitely more, although it is difficult now, now, to understand (maybe not even yourself?) how essential you are.
– To begin with, I’m going to put on an exhibition of all your things at my Paris Art Center; all four floors packed. Even on the century-old tree that presides over it, I will hang hundreds (thousands?) of large posters for cinema, theater, conferences, appearances and plastic poems.
– The exhibition will be located on four continents, from Lisbon to New York, from Ateneo Veneto to Círculo de Bellas Artes de Madrid, from Sydney to Tokyo.
– I am going to make an exclusive and inimitable book (to serve as a catalog at exhibitions?) and it will have the title Arrabal Space31x31x4 cm, more than 500 pages. Thousands of colorful photos and unique testimonies. Only a few copies can be obtained second-hand, like jewelry, years later.
– I want you to see the war and its disasters from the air (Pic-nic) with a rented three-passenger plane. I will take you overland, for example, to Dobrocnick. After the horrors, you will see the charms of the prominent circular path that an English queen once walked.
– With the most famous of today, from Botero until Toporof Picasso to Daliof Marcel Duchamp to Saurayou will write and perform new works that will be exhibited, such as kaleidoscopiesin the most accredited spaces (for example the Bayeux Museum) to evoke his handwritten books, his books/objects, his handwritten sonnets or his rare or bibliophile books.
– Mary of France will coordinate the exhibition of his work at the Montparnasse Museum, in Paris. Surreptitiously and anonymously, I will collaborate (day and night) in the happy installation of your work, at that moment, millimeter by millimeter.
– Just as I will be present at the exhibitions (dozens!) that begin at the Carlo Borromeo Center in Senago-Milan. Or in those raised by Visions of Fernando Arabalreproduced from New York to Valencia, from Belgrade to Lisbon.
– I closely followed his hiding place, in a taxi, in our hands, while the presidential tribute to him was celebrated for the last time in his much-desired and until then distant capital, Berlin: Otto Piene. With your decisive poem The night of Héliogabalehis latest book measuring 80 x 120 cm, covered in jade. He, like you, is a pioneer of contemporary creation. He was the inventor of Sky Art, founder of Grupo Zero with Heinz Mack and spokesman for Neuer Idealismus (“new idealism”).
– You wrote five collections of twenty-page poems with twenty verses in each, about what you consider “the radiant splendors of Chinese art”:
王广义 WANG GUANGYI
王庆松WANG QINGSONG
杨少斌YANG SHAOBIN
岳敏君 YUE MINGJUN
张晓刚 ZHANG XIAOGANG
– To your astonishment and amazement, you will go to China in first class, you will be accommodated in a palace, the Waldorf Astoria, with a trilingual butler at your service. And for even more excitement, you’ll have a Rolls Royce, driven by an Englishman, to tour around Shanghai.
– You will understand with surprise that you are the author of an exclusive book with me entitled The Five Lights of Chinese Arts31x31x 4 cm and 714 pages. With thousands of colorful photos and unique testimonies.
– Shanghai will open a new museum for your arrival, MAUS, with The five lights of Chinese art, a work by fontaine des merveilles of very few copies: each of the books will weigh as much as you (immobile) and will be, like everything yours, forever and ever…
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See you next week, if Pan lends me life.
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