I just went through the three longest days in my life, or so it seems to me at this particular moment. Saturday, Sunday, Monday. Waiting forever for my opening.

Addendum (November 26, 2015)

What was this about? Opening, what opening? At the risk of explaining the obvious, this haiku is about Sebastijan Vojvoda’s show in the center of Zagreb (“Sebastijan Vojvoda, Plagiarist,” January 30, 2015). I was waiting for the opening day to get in touch with the gallery in question. My assumption was that I could not find anyone there over the weekend. At any rate, I still remember those days. They struck me as interminable, no less. While I was waiting, I was seething with anger, as well. I could not believe what was in front of my eyes each and every time I walked by the gallery window. Many of my paintings were in plain sight, but under someone else’s name. And without a word of explanation for the travesty. Looking back, I cannot but feel sorry for myself. Ever since my “return” to Croatia, I have gone through one horror after another. And who the hell knows what awaits me behind the proverbial corner…