{"id":61802,"date":"2021-03-17T16:58:31","date_gmt":"2021-03-17T15:58:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kosovotwopointzero.com\/?p=61802"},"modified":"2021-03-19T13:15:51","modified_gmt":"2021-03-19T12:15:51","slug":"between-life-and-death-artists-articulate-the-pandemic","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.kosovotwopointzero.com\/en\/between-life-and-death-artists-articulate-the-pandemic\/","title":{"rendered":"Between life and death, artists articulate the pandemic"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-post\" data-elementor-id=\"61802\" class=\"elementor elementor-61802\" data-elementor-post-type=\"post\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<section class=\"elementor-section elementor-top-section elementor-element elementor-element-406d48bd elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"406d48bd\" data-element_type=\"section\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-container elementor-column-gap-default\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-100 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-7b16a854\" data-id=\"7b16a854\" data-element_type=\"column\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-59d387ac elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"59d387ac\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<h4><b>With COVID-19 in our lives, artists express what others cannot.<\/b><\/h4>\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t<section class=\"elementor-section elementor-top-section elementor-element elementor-element-92da0c3 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"92da0c3\" data-element_type=\"section\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-container elementor-column-gap-default\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-100 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-1ce7e98\" data-id=\"1ce7e98\" data-element_type=\"column\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-9383043 elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"9383043\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">How to articulate the sudden thirst for life, the fear of death, the insanity of another day awaiting for news of tomorrow when tomorrow is uncertain? How to articulate the daily acts we cope with between dying and living?\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">When we could not articulate any of that, we looked to those who could and tried: Artists. Their music, their writing, their painting, their poetry, their voice. Their work was and continues to be healing, soothing, cathartic, and at times as painful as the reality we live in. But isn\u2019t that what we look for in art? Answers. Questions. An expression we struggle to find in ourselves.\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Since the COVID-19 pandemic\u2019s arrival in Kosovo, artists have struggled too, to stay afloat. With galleries, exhibitions and cultural events canceled in Kosovo and abroad, international exhibitions and artistic programs were either off the table, postponed, annulled, or reshaped into a virtual sphere that just isn\u2019t the same. While some cultural projects moved on against all odds, adapting to pandemic times, artists too were cut off from their income, of contact with loved ones, of the necessary exchange with others that feeds work. That feeds art.<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In the midst of this life and death scenario painted over our heads, which we have now incorporated into our daily life as a normal aspect of the everyday, some artists turned to their art to make sense of the reality \u2014 or the delusion \u2014 they found themselves in. Reviving past traumas, confronting the possibility of death, surviving the everyday, finding life in the small details, coping with loneliness in the monotony of lockdown, choosing life over survival, are some of the themes that artists put into their work over the past year.\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">K2.0 spoke to five artists \u2014 musician Liburn Jupolli, poet Nora Prekazi, painter Rron Qena and contemporary artists Driton Selmani and Doruntina Kastrati \u2014 about what this year has been like, with some of the artwork produced since March 2020 that articulates the crisis and hints of life inside the pandemic.<br \/><\/span><\/p><p>\u00a0<\/p><h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><b>Longing with Liburn Jupolli<br \/><br \/><\/b><\/h4><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">COVID-19 quarantine caught Liburn Jupolli, one of Kosovo\u2019s most progressive musicians, in France, where he was working on the music for a play based on Fyodor Dostoyevsky\u2019s \u201cThe Dream of a Ridiculous Man,\u201d featuring Arben Bajraktari and Dennis Lavant under the direction of Simon Pitaqaj.\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In the play itself, written in 1877, C\u00e9sar Award nominee Lavant, has a line about the plagues in human history, to which he added coronavirus at the premiere in Paris in 2020, getting a laugh out of the audience, while there was still an audience. \u201cIt was a crazy cathartic use of the situation,\u201d says Jupolli at a cafe in Prishtina one year later, \u201cnobody knew yet what was going on.\u201d<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lockdown arrived in France on March 16, with initial closings of schools and universities. It was the beginning of more than two long months stuck in Paris for Jupolli, at a friend&#8217;s apartment, while his dog and girlfriend were thousands of kilometers away in Prishtina. \u201cIt was almost three months of living in a laptop,\u201d he says, while recollecting the memories of a 24\/7 virtual life.<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The pandemic\u2019s quarantines and strict traveling regimes across the European continent caught many by surprise, despite the warnings coming from the East. Couples and both given and chosen families were suddenly separated, with airplanes parked and borders closed down. Jupolli spent two months in France, and another bit of isolation in Switzerland before finally making it to Kosovo.<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Unlike Dostoyevsky\u2019s drama that he put music to, which narrates the tale of a man who loses belief in the world\u2019s value and plans to end his life, a lockdown far away from his Kosovar home pushed Jupolli into an unbeatable sense of longing, a longing out of love.\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI had never in my life missed Kosovo as much as I missed Kosovo during these three months,\u201d he says now.<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Jupolli experienced a very strict lockdown in France, with numbered walks to the grocery store, and then a more relaxed time in Switzerland where he was hosted by an Albanian family friend, in a home in the countryside.<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cFor me it\u2019s been a time for growth, for acceptance, reorganization and reflection, for not just surviving but putting things into perspective for the future.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Baffled by the news of death and the reduction of the pandemic to numbers during those first months of 2020, Jupolli speaks of an overwhelming sadness that is hard to face through a musical piece he has not yet dared to write. But he emphasizes the necessity of giving a humanistic response on an artistic level to what this historical event has brought us.\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The musician, known for his love of experimentation and innovation, sees this time as an opportunity to contribute to what he describes as \u201ca chance to test the future.\u201d In art, that is, in his words, \u201can opportunity to contribute to this change in the creative industry while also keeping our humanity alive within this new system.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">This has been a very hectic year for Jupolli, with plenty of work on the books, and collaborations with other artists. But while still away from his loved ones during a period when nobody really knew how long the quarantine was going to last; stranded in Paris and Switzerland and armed only with a laptop to channel his creativity, Jupolli\u2019s most personal creations during this time as a COVID-refugee turned out to be love songs for his partner. A human act after all, if not the most human act. \u201cFor me, all this stemmed from love for my people, love for life.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t<section class=\"elementor-section elementor-top-section elementor-element elementor-element-fbb2076 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"fbb2076\" data-element_type=\"section\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-container elementor-column-gap-default\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-100 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-5aa1d5c\" data-id=\"5aa1d5c\" data-element_type=\"column\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-19b8cb7 elementor-widget elementor-widget-wp-widget-media_audio\" data-id=\"19b8cb7\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"wp-widget-media_audio.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t<h5>Sea Ride (draft)<\/h5><!--[if lt IE 9]><script>document.createElement('audio');<\/script><![endif]-->\n<audio class=\"wp-audio-shortcode\" id=\"audio-61802-1\" preload=\"none\" style=\"width: 100%;\" controls=\"controls\" target=\"_blank\"><source type=\"audio\/mpeg\" src=\"https:\/\/archive.kosovotwopointzero.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/Liburn-Jupolli-Sea-Ride.mp3?_=1\" \/><source type=\"audio\/mpeg\" src=\"https:\/\/kosovotwopointzero.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/Liburn-Jupolli-Sea-Ride.mp3?_=1\" \/><a href=\"https:\/\/archive.kosovotwopointzero.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/Liburn-Jupolli-Sea-Ride.mp3\" target=\"_blank\">https:\/\/archive.kosovotwopointzero.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/Liburn-Jupolli-Sea-Ride.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t<section class=\"elementor-section elementor-top-section elementor-element elementor-element-00e2076 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"00e2076\" data-element_type=\"section\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-container elementor-column-gap-default\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-100 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-64dd8ca\" data-id=\"64dd8ca\" data-element_type=\"column\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-999bb3f elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"999bb3f\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\tDuring his 3 month lockdown away from Kosovo, Liburn Jupolli turned to music to express love and comfort for his partner. Audio of \u2018Sea ride\u2019 (draft).\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t<section class=\"elementor-section elementor-top-section elementor-element elementor-element-eab2542 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"eab2542\" data-element_type=\"section\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-container elementor-column-gap-default\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-100 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-d452ffd\" data-id=\"d452ffd\" data-element_type=\"column\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-b29b571 elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"b29b571\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<h4>\u00a0<\/h4><h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><b>Reflections on death with Nora Prekazi<\/b><\/h4><p>\u00a0<\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">When COVID-19 knocked at our doors a year ago, the thought of death became more present than ever before. Death was on TV, on the news, in the daily reports by the National Institute of Public Health, and at some point it was also at our neighbors\u2019 home, in the same building, and even within our families.\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">People got sick, and feared the worst. People didn\u2019t get sick, and also feared the worst, except the skeptics. But when death is a real possibility, the fear of it can be almost as life-changing and disrupting as death itself.\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">For some artists, the possibility of death was close to home. More than 1,700 people have died in Kosovo due to COVID-19 since March 2020. Over 78,000 people in Kosovo have been infected with the virus. In June 2020, one of them was Faton Prekazi, the brother of Mitrovicali poet Nora Prekazi.<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The poet had just arrived from an artistic residency at the Moderna gallery in Ljubljana when lockdown threw everyone into their homes. Prekazi spent the lockdown with her husband and two young children at their apartment in Mitrovica. And when life seemed to be gradually going back to normal, her brother got seriously ill from COVID-19 staying 26 days in the hospital. It was the beginning of the summer infection peak.\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In the hours of uncertainty waiting for her brother to recover, Prekazi turned to a rarer expression of her poetry, often lyrical although at times resembling the work of American poet Raymond Carver, to pour out her state of desperation and pain.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t<section class=\"elementor-section elementor-top-section elementor-element elementor-element-987b34d elementor-section-full_width elementor-section-stretched elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"987b34d\" data-element_type=\"section\" data-settings=\"{&quot;stretch_section&quot;:&quot;section-stretched&quot;}\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-container elementor-column-gap-default\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-100 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-76892c5\" data-id=\"76892c5\" data-element_type=\"column\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-2d325dd elementor-widget elementor-widget-image\" data-id=\"2d325dd\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"image.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<figure class=\"wp-caption\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<img width=\"1500\" height=\"1562\" src=\"https:\/\/archive.kosovotwopointzero.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/Arts-during-Pandemics_Nora-Prekazi_ENG.jpg\" class=\"attachment-full size-full wp-image-61777\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<figcaption class=\"widget-image-caption wp-caption-text\">Poem written by Nora Prekazi and translated by Plator Gashi.<\/figcaption>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/figure>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t<section class=\"elementor-section elementor-top-section elementor-element elementor-element-0482d63 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"0482d63\" data-element_type=\"section\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-container elementor-column-gap-default\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-100 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-7e03ea0\" data-id=\"7e03ea0\" data-element_type=\"column\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-b163eb9 elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"b163eb9\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"letter-spacing: -0.1px;\">The poet recalls the time spent in the garden of the Infectious Disease Clinic, waiting for her brother to be removed from the oxygen machine and leave the hospital.\u00a0<b>\u201c<\/b>It was very painful when I was at the hospital and I was down there, in this closed area, and the environment was so bad. I was in agony hearing all these people with COVID, coughing. And you understand how little we are.\u00a0When the moment comes to confront death, nothing is important anymore, everything falls down.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"letter-spacing: -0.1px;\">Nora\u2019s experience at the Infectious Disease Clinic in Prishtina\u00a0<\/span><span style=\"letter-spacing: -0.1px;\">didn\u2019t end there.\u00a0<\/span><span style=\"letter-spacing: -0.1px;\">Soon after her brother recovered her father got sick and was hospitalized with COVID-19, the poet was his caretaker and companion in the clinic for 13 days.<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cFor me trauma is the war in Kosovo in 1998-1999 and COVID\u201d says Prekazi, \u201cthese are two traumas that are the same, because we were in direct confrontation with death.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Despite all the valleys, the pandemic year has been a hive of life for Prekazi too, as she managed to pull together the first edition of the Zana literary festival. For the first time, the festival gathered poets from North and South Mitrovica, adding to the numerous cultural activities in Mitrovica and the virtual sphere.<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Like those from war, Prekazi says, the faces and names of people she met during this COVID-19 crisis at the hospital won\u2019t ever be forgotten. And after a year of near-death experiences that came too close to home, it is the small details of life that continue to be present in her poetry.<\/span><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t<section class=\"elementor-section elementor-top-section elementor-element elementor-element-57777d3 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"57777d3\" data-element_type=\"section\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-container elementor-column-gap-default\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-100 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-044f15c\" data-id=\"044f15c\" data-element_type=\"column\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-2ee212f elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"2ee212f\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><b>Survival in disbelief with Driton Selmani<br \/><br \/><\/b><\/h4><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">On the second page of Driton Selmani\u2019s small red notebook, the first of many he would write in with short poems, statements and sketches during the first weeks of COVID-19 quarantine, the artist stated: \u201cTrauma alters the very structure of what is simulated as reality.\u201d A year later, he can\u2019t remember what brought him to those lines, but his artwork speaking to the delusion of those days piles up in the corners of his blue studio in the center of Prishtina.<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">During lockdown, Selmani was at his apartment in Prishtina with his wife and two young children. \u201cIt was the same as being in the Cirque du Soleil and having the same audience everyday,\u201d says the artist, who indeed during the first days of the pandemic, became an acrobat at keeping minds active, his own included.\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Plastic bags became the frame again for Selmani\u2019s visual and narrative art, but this time he also turned to paper, scissors and glue to capture the monotony and illusion of COVID-19\u2019s early days through short poetry bits that he put onto posters \u2014 a visual diary of his impressions in tweetable length.<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The colorful verses stamped <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">a la collage<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> over cheap cardboard paper speak to the economics of lockdown, as these were likely the only materials to be found in supermarkets, one of the few essential businesses allowed to work through March, April, and May 2020.<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The pandemic\u2019s essentials did not only affect the aesthetics of Selmani\u2019s art \u2014 with what materials were available \u2014 but it went a little deeper under the layer of one of Selmani\u2019s most powerful tools: His humor.\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMy humor was attacked a lot,\u201d says Selmani, \u201cit has become darker, more direct and content-wise is heavier.\u201d The mix of naivet\u00e9, ambivalence and sarcasm that characterized Selmani\u2019s short poems takes a more direct shape in many of the home artwork produced from March 2020 on.\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Indeed, one of the biggest take-aways of COVID-19 for many is that it is no longer possible to ignore reality. And for Selmani, that translated into loosening up his humor for more direct expression. \u201cIt had a lot of impact, I didn\u2019t become a fortuneteller but I felt like going into a confessional everyday. On some occasions there is no humor, it is straightforward what I thought.\u201d<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Reading snippets from Selmani\u2019s notebooks, posters and plastic bags one finds the seeds to his thoughts with reflections speaking to the illusion that comes with surviving trauma, the questioning of reality, the loss of a sense of time, and the apathy of one more day in disbelief.\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201c<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Survival is violent &amp; seeks cruelty.\u201d \u201cThe borderline between people &amp; animals is blurred.\u201d \u201cOnce upon a time a beautiful day really existed.\u201d \u201cIllusion is a strategy for the survivor.\u201d \u201cLife is more provocative than me.\u201d \u201cPleasure mixed with anxiety.\u201d \u201cWhat to do with all this silence?\u201d<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">With cathartic free jazz as a musical soundtrack to his lockdown months, Selmani turned to his visual snippets as a way to register the algorithm of a present time.\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cOur suffering is unpredictable,\u201d says Selmani. \u201cToday I am here and I think about the future, but I have an archive. You reflect on this and every word you produce is an algorithm you produce out of experience. For me it was very important to register this.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t<section class=\"elementor-section elementor-top-section elementor-element elementor-element-8527eb5 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"8527eb5\" data-element_type=\"section\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-container elementor-column-gap-default\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-100 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-9de4a26\" data-id=\"9de4a26\" data-element_type=\"column\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-ae633b6 elementor-arrows-position-inside elementor-pagination-position-outside elementor-widget elementor-widget-image-carousel\" data-id=\"ae633b6\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-settings=\"{&quot;slides_to_show&quot;:&quot;1&quot;,&quot;autoplay&quot;:&quot;no&quot;,&quot;infinite&quot;:&quot;no&quot;,&quot;navigation&quot;:&quot;both&quot;,&quot;effect&quot;:&quot;slide&quot;,&quot;speed&quot;:500}\" data-widget_type=\"image-carousel.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-image-carousel-wrapper swiper-container\" dir=\"ltr\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-image-carousel swiper-wrapper\" aria-live=\"polite\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"swiper-slide\" role=\"group\" aria-roledescription=\"slide\" aria-label=\"1 of 5\"><figure class=\"swiper-slide-inner\"><img class=\"swiper-slide-image\" src=\"https:\/\/archive.kosovotwopointzero.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/Arts-during-Pandemic_Driton-Selmani_001.jpg\" alt=\"Driton Selmani turned to cheap cardboard collages and his recurring plastic bag poetry to reflect and register the impact of the pandemic in our lives and minds.\" \/><figcaption class=\"elementor-image-carousel-caption\">Driton Selmani turned to cheap cardboard collages and his recurring plastic bag poetry to reflect and register the impact of the pandemic in our lives and minds.<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div><div class=\"swiper-slide\" role=\"group\" aria-roledescription=\"slide\" aria-label=\"2 of 5\"><figure class=\"swiper-slide-inner\"><img class=\"swiper-slide-image\" src=\"https:\/\/archive.kosovotwopointzero.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/Arts-during-Pandemic_Driton-Selmani_002.jpg\" alt=\"Driton Selmani turned to cheap cardboard collages and his recurring plastic bag poetry to reflect and register the impact of the pandemic in our lives and minds.\" \/><figcaption class=\"elementor-image-carousel-caption\">Driton Selmani turned to cheap cardboard collages and his recurring plastic bag poetry to reflect and register the impact of the pandemic in our lives and minds.<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div><div class=\"swiper-slide\" role=\"group\" aria-roledescription=\"slide\" aria-label=\"3 of 5\"><figure class=\"swiper-slide-inner\"><img class=\"swiper-slide-image\" src=\"https:\/\/archive.kosovotwopointzero.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/Arts-during-Pandemic_Driton-Selmani_003.jpg\" alt=\"Driton Selmani turned to cheap cardboard collages and his recurring plastic bag poetry to reflect and register the impact of the pandemic in our lives and minds.\" \/><figcaption class=\"elementor-image-carousel-caption\">Driton Selmani turned to cheap cardboard collages and his recurring plastic bag poetry to reflect and register the impact of the pandemic in our lives and minds.<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div><div class=\"swiper-slide\" role=\"group\" aria-roledescription=\"slide\" aria-label=\"4 of 5\"><figure class=\"swiper-slide-inner\"><img class=\"swiper-slide-image\" src=\"https:\/\/archive.kosovotwopointzero.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/Arts-during-Pandemic_Driton-Selmani_004.jpg\" alt=\"Driton Selmani turned to cheap cardboard collages and his recurring plastic bag poetry to reflect and register the impact of the pandemic in our lives and minds.\" \/><figcaption class=\"elementor-image-carousel-caption\">Driton Selmani turned to cheap cardboard collages and his recurring plastic bag poetry to reflect and register the impact of the pandemic in our lives and minds.<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div><div class=\"swiper-slide\" role=\"group\" aria-roledescription=\"slide\" aria-label=\"5 of 5\"><figure class=\"swiper-slide-inner\"><img class=\"swiper-slide-image\" src=\"https:\/\/archive.kosovotwopointzero.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/Arts-during-Pandemic_Driton-Selmani_005.jpg\" alt=\"Driton Selmani turned to cheap cardboard collages and his recurring plastic bag poetry to reflect and register the impact of the pandemic in our lives and minds.\" \/><figcaption class=\"elementor-image-carousel-caption\">Driton Selmani turned to cheap cardboard collages and his recurring plastic bag poetry to reflect and register the impact of the pandemic in our lives and minds.<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-swiper-button elementor-swiper-button-prev\" role=\"button\" tabindex=\"0\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<i aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"eicon-chevron-left\"><\/i>\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-swiper-button elementor-swiper-button-next\" role=\"button\" tabindex=\"0\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<i aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"eicon-chevron-right\"><\/i>\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"swiper-pagination\"><\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t<section class=\"elementor-section elementor-top-section elementor-element elementor-element-b071039 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"b071039\" data-element_type=\"section\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-container elementor-column-gap-default\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-100 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-f154e3c\" data-id=\"f154e3c\" data-element_type=\"column\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-e982a75 elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"e982a75\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><b>Highlighted inequalities with Doruntina Kastrati<br \/><br \/><\/b><\/h4><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Supermarket cashiers, bread makers, cleaners, trash collectors, gas station employees. These are only some of the essential workers that during the 2020 COVID-19 lockdown were made visible, for once.\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">For weeks, workers once relegated to the last row of the wage scale suddenly became some of the most essential responders to a global crisis.\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But the pandemic only highlighted all sorts of inequalities for workers and for many outside of the working force who couldn\u2019t even access employment. It was hard to unsee the reality that once was lost in the daily acts of inertia that keep the system going. The situation in Kosovo wasn\u2019t different.<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But for artist Doruntina Kastrati exploitation is part of her home\u2019s history too. Kastrati\u2019s mother used to work in a lokuma factory about 12 hours a day for a wage of about 1.50 euros per day. \u201cFrom up close I saw through my mum what a maximized exploitation of the working class is,\u201d says the artist. For some years now she has been researching worker exploitation, making it a central topic of her current work.\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The pandemic lockdown in March and April caught Kastrati in the midst of recording a short documentary film looking into experiences of workers employed at the Betelenka company, contracted by the government for the \u201cHighway of the Nation\u201d construction that connects Albania and Kosovo, and the highway connecting Kosovo and North Macedonia.<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In the film, Kastrati interviews workers who suffered accidents at work that forced them out of work.\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI was interested in this exploitation of the working class, and their exclusion from work without any security,\u201d says Kastrati. \u201cNow they are disabled, and their families have no income, so if they don\u2019t work the whole family has no food.\u201d The pandemic pushed those who already lived in the margins toward the absolute edge. \u201cWhen we speak to them in interviews they tell us how \u2018we are without a job, but now in the period of pandemic we are dead in a way.\u2019\u201d<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Through the artistic project Kastrati shows testimonies of workers at the Betelenka company who either suffered accidents and were left without any sort of social scheme or compensation to hold on to.\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Unlike others in this piece, Kastrati\u2019s artwork was not a pandemic production, but it became one, and one more relevant in the context of growing scarcity in Kosovo, where the lack of social policies and employment were already a bad combination.<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">During the first months of the quarantine, thousands of new families requested social support from charities like the Red Cross or public institutions. The inequality many lived in was only increased by the increase of people in need.\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">At the beginning of lockdowns Kastrati and her team, together with curator Hana Halilaj and filmmaker Leart Rama visited some of the points nearby Prishtina\u2019s Bill Clinton boulevard where daily workers gather and wait for a car in need of extra hands for the day.\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cPeople were fixing their gardens, doing renovations \u2026 So for 10 days or so until the police blocked them, daily workers were still gathering, hiding behind some buildings \u2014 but then, they disappeared.\u201d<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThis situation made it worse for them. The conditions were already bad before the pandemic, they were already lost, and this just destroyed them.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t<section class=\"elementor-section elementor-top-section elementor-element elementor-element-8d4c36e elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"8d4c36e\" data-element_type=\"section\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-container elementor-column-gap-default\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-100 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-52967d1\" data-id=\"52967d1\" data-element_type=\"column\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-742e635 elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"742e635\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<iframe loading=\"lazy\" style=\"border: none; overflow: hidden;\" src=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/plugins\/video.php?height=315&amp;href=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.facebook.com%2Fleart44%2Fvideos%2F10217494806499071%2F&amp;show_text=false&amp;width=560\" width=\"1500\" height=\"500\" frameborder=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe>\nDoruntina Kastrati\u2019s short documentary project \u201cWhen it Left, Death Didn&#8217;t Even Close our Eyes,\u201d (teaser in the preview) featured exploited workers.\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t<section class=\"elementor-section elementor-top-section elementor-element elementor-element-831bf95 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"831bf95\" data-element_type=\"section\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-container elementor-column-gap-default\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-100 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-43c34ea\" data-id=\"43c34ea\" data-element_type=\"column\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-97e806a elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"97e806a\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<h4>\u00a0<\/h4><h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><b>Living, with Rron Qena<\/b><\/h4><p>\u00a0<\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In the early days of the pandemic Rron Qena thought to himself if this is going to be it, I have to put all of this life in a painting.\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">For a man used to the loneliness of his studio, a pandemic was only a deadlier pretext to spend the hours painting confusion away. \u201cWe\u2019re quite lonely in our studios,\u201d says Qena, \u201cbut we need society, because we do our work so that somebody else can see this.\u201d<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I ask Qena about the struggles of creating under the pressure of an apocalyptic scenario:\u00a0<\/span>\u201cMy father [artist Agim Qena] used to say people should learn to play with themselves. This is the first thing in life.\u00a0<\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"letter-spacing: -0.1px;\">If you feel good with yourself, if you\u00a0<\/span><span style=\"letter-spacing: -0.1px;\">just<\/span><span style=\"letter-spacing: -0.1px;\">\u00a0<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">have pencil and paper, then the outside world will be easier because you have something to show, and I wanted to have something for myself to show. This made me want more, and to perfect myself, and also to try to find beauty if it\u2019s really hard to see it.&#8221;<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The pandemic presented itself as a reminder of the past, of the war, in a way, once again, a confrontation with death. But in the background was the city he had painted before, under a layer of smoke, almost faded away by its chaos; Qena started enjoying painting Prishtina again in full color. \u201cWhat happened with Prishtina is something beautiful because we started to hear the birds, there weren\u2019t cars or as many people and it felt again just as the city should be.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In that element, where Qena finds beauty in the confusion, he painted a memory of a time or many times spent with his girlfriend by the canal in Berlin. The painting re-imagines the reflection of those shared moments by the river, the memory and that thirst for life accentuated by an excess of paint over the canvas.<\/span><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t<section class=\"elementor-section elementor-top-section elementor-element elementor-element-386e1e3 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"386e1e3\" data-element_type=\"section\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-container elementor-column-gap-default\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-100 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-0686b39\" data-id=\"0686b39\" data-element_type=\"column\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-f7c72a4 elementor-widget elementor-widget-image\" data-id=\"f7c72a4\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"image.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<figure class=\"wp-caption\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<img width=\"1500\" height=\"1719\" src=\"https:\/\/archive.kosovotwopointzero.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/Arts-during-Pandemics_Rron-Qena_002.jpg\" class=\"attachment-full size-full wp-image-61774\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<figcaption class=\"widget-image-caption wp-caption-text\">Rron Qena painted \u201cOur Shadows in Memory of Water\u201d in 2020, as an attempt to immortalize life over death. <\/figcaption>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/figure>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t<section class=\"elementor-section elementor-top-section elementor-element elementor-element-4f58311 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"4f58311\" data-element_type=\"section\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-container elementor-column-gap-default\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-100 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-0764be5\" data-id=\"0764be5\" data-element_type=\"column\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-3b7dcee elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"3b7dcee\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIt felt as if it\u2019s the last moment, and if it\u2019s the last moment as an artist you always feel like you haven\u2019t said it all. And so I think that was it, I wanted to show much more. For an artist, life goes fast and you always feel you weren\u2019t able to tell everything you wanted to say. I missed those moments of life too, and wanted to revive them again.\u201d<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong>Images: Atdhe Mulla \/ K2.0.<\/strong><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>With COVID-19 in our lives, artists express what others cannot. How to articulate the sudden thirst for life, the fear&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":61799,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[4],"tags":[85,312],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.kosovotwopointzero.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/61802"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.kosovotwopointzero.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.kosovotwopointzero.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.kosovotwopointzero.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.kosovotwopointzero.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=61802"}],"version-history":[{"count":11,"href":"https:\/\/archive.kosovotwopointzero.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/61802\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":61897,"href":"https:\/\/archive.kosovotwopointzero.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/61802\/revisions\/61897"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.kosovotwopointzero.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/61799"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.kosovotwopointzero.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=61802"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.kosovotwopointzero.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=61802"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.kosovotwopointzero.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=61802"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}