Don't Tell Anybody
The young artist puts forward a question: "Maybe I am late, because everything has been said and done". A bothersome and discouraging question one might say, especially in countries which are "late" themselves.
Quite astonishingly, this delay inspires Jakup Ferri to produce his tongue-in-cheek comments: We are late, so what? F. Bacon once said that by standing on the shoulders of a giant, the dwarf can see much further.
If we unfortunately are the dwarves to our predecessors, we still have the right to be whatever we are, or the right to, at least, ridicule one another, don't we?
In the video titled Three Virgins, the artist first listens to a performance by Yoko Ono and John Lennon calling each other by their names, and then starts calling his own name "Jakup! Jakup!" He might be resurrecting the old saying "Nomen est omen"? Or, better yet, he might be searching for the place where the"delayed" stand among the stars?
In the video Don't tell to anybody, Ferri counts the number of grains in one kilo of rice. In medieval times, scholars engaged in heated arguments over the number of angels balancing on the point of a needle. For no purpose. Scholars of modern day materialism count the number of grains in rice. For no purpose.
In the artwork titled Made in Kosova (For Love's Sake), Ferri again expresses the horrible feeling of being too late. In Eastern Europe today, the artist is supported neither by the state nor by a market. He can only dream of the success of someone like Jeff Koons.
Ferri finds a way to manifest this dream. He decides to produce toilet paper with Koons's name on it. With his arse, this young artist pokes fun at reality as he sees it: Kosova that produces almost nothing, the distress of the delayed artists, spiritual jam and stopover of Western art, Koons4 ability to mock and soak the rich.