I didn’t want to sit with Marina. Too gimmicky, too boring, too public. I lay on the bench on the 6th floor. An hour passed. Calm amidst the chaos. Part of something bigger. Joy. I came back. I lay on the bench again. I came back. I sat with Marina.
Sun on my face made me smile. Background receded. Sounds magnified. Time froze. I wanted to help Marina pass the time. Like sitting shiva.*
- Sara
*This piece was originally published as part of “75”, a unique artist’s book created for Mariana Abramovic by Paco Blancas.
