Sitting with Marina on April 2nd was riding through the Balkans on a white horse, flying over China’s Great Wall, looking into light. She was wearing blue.
Sitting with Marina on March 14th was being caressed by pure jasmines and orange blossoms while a red rose opened its petals. She was in white.
Sitting occasionally at the perimeter since Day 13th was a journey into the present, a huge gift, a prolonged lesson of joy.*
- Marithelma Costa, Poet and Professor of Spanish Literature
*This piece was originally published as part of “75”, a unique artist’s book created for Mariana Abramovic by Paco Blancas.
