something to say.

My friend Novak Djokovic. I am talking about green hologram because he is among those few whose hologram I could imagine. I am friends with the glowing goodness, that’s all. I probably would not stand the presence of the real thing. Honest to goodness, there is someone much better than me and he is not the only one. They must be constant as the northern star. I follow them and vouch.

Working preface to a book.

I wish I was never born here. The existence comes as a punishment even if it is a successful one.

If I lived in any other country with post-WWII art collecting tradition, I would not have been afraid of success and devoting my living to art. I would have had a privileged social status and state sponsored retirement for working on salvation and preservation of the national cultural heritage. Instead, in Serbia - where no good deed goes unpunished - I feel that my collection hits the nerve with human jealousy, animosity, distrust and disbelief on all levels, so I publish this book in English language to remain on the safe side and be understood worldwide as the Collection’s connections are based far and wide across the globe plus the English language is a homage to the country where I had begun to collect back in 1995 and I have been collecting, ‘picking’ and selecting fine art ever since. Yes, I am the fine art collector and also the rare books and antiques hunter not looking for any laurels but I do feel that locally I am regarded as a complete idiot and public enemy by the 99.99% of Serbian population because my collection has become important and valuable. Vujasinovic Art Collection by far outweighs many public collections and it is something extremely hard to digest on the part of the Serbian state. By having something that has got some value I made some painful enemies in my life. Their only goal is to bring us down overnight and we are currently putting up a good fight to prevent that. Instead of praise all I get are distrustful looks, indifference, ignorance, stonewalling. I was even attacked by one state official with a metal baton - who knew who I was - and it was the situation where I was fighting for my dear life, later being the only one charged by the state for clear self-defense that was luckily caught on surveillance cameras. My experience is that people here develop a grudge assuming that I am some sort of thief because they simple do not want to believe that it is possible for one individual to amass what I did. Thus I feel maliciously and unscrupulously slandered, helpless, unprotected and degraded at all times. Public rumors become sores, they are backstabbing and tarring reputation while only those closely associated with you know your benefactions and importance. It cannot be easily understood by those who do not live around here. In other words, Vujasinovic Art Collection does not steal and it owns only authentic and if possible, the best and the most interesting art there is with full chain of provenance where available and historical records in literature where applicable. We are perpetually discerning. In Serbian language, we possess only “hitchine” *in Cyrillic, so this will be the only Serbian word used in this picture book. As an independent and mega successful, you easily become the public target, meanwhile, all those publicly appreciated local collections are maintained by owners that have some political influence, power and money. Even though in reality they are too small fish to fry, their importance is given epic proportions. I personally despise them back all except those owned by several friends. Prior to my stay in the USA I had been thinking that art was something that only idiots can admire. The opium for the retarded ones. I could not have imagined that one private individual could own let alone amass the collection of fine art, rare books, historical documents, antiques. I thought that real humans collect stamps and worthless coins only. When I spoke to the Mr. P.M. , the famous Pennsylvania tax collector, who was my second father in the USA, I bragged to him about my country Yugoslavia where we had two major banks each offering 120% monthly interest rates. He laughed it off. If it was so good, why did you come to America? I did not know I was full of it idolizing the criminal doings of my ex-country who was becoming capitalist but with the communist mindset. This mindset recognizes human classes and limitations – there are those that are allowed to become something, achieve something, but others cannot. You have to look and behave in a special way to be recognized. Or you have to be approved by the community or those in charge of public opinion. After all, things that people can dream of could happen in America only. I am the fact. Let’s hope there will raise another Serbia, the one that was pre-WWII. A good natured one that supports independent art collecting while the evil one that spoils everything with jealousy, distrust and hatred will soon become history and forgotten.

All that said, it was much easier collecting art in the United States, however, there were some other insoluble problems with irreversible consequences that I had encountered there. Therefore, I have left my entire fine art collection from the “American” period to my ‘American’ ex-family to care. Great art collection is made by great refraining from all your other life luxuries. Collecting art is matter of choice. Year after year, you do not go to summertime vacations like everybody else, family becomes second, you spend all of your savings and you do not afford yourself Porsche. Next to fine art you also collect negativity from your collecting peers with more money and lesser mental capacities as well as judgements from all these people that went to sea resorts having had sex whenever they wanted, etc; and so they become your lifelong mortal enemies envying you over your art collection. In a way you made yourself a loser cos all of your joy has been sucked out of it in the end.

we therefore present hereby a small selection of artworks from our collection of art, books and antiques letting them speak for themselves for a moment…a fleeting one at that.

Milos Vujasinovic, Curator

Vujasinovic Art Collection

Belgrade, Serbia

2019

Pain in the ass in Novak Djokovic’s country

I would not be writing about this if it does not concern my well-being, otherwise I hate this topic.

National disunity and betrayal have been symbolized by the serbian coat of arms (4 S turning back onto each other), disharmony has been plaguing serbian nation since the middle ages. I would not have been hated by the serbs if I was not serb myself. highly plain-minded like sheep, many serbs assume rumors promptly which makes them believe anything, and with respect to me they believe we are not on the same level. they think i am a damn shame and they are better. at the same time, these same guys are sadomasochistically trying to get into croat’s ass, not accepting the fact that 100% of croats hate them (the usual croat insult, e pluribus unum, for serbs is - turkish blooded gypsies.) furthermore, my countrymen believe that if you are stained or tagged you are then bad example for the community because EVERYBODY IN THE WORLD MUST LIKE US,  EVEN OUR ENEMIES. this is the serbian trip and everlasting fallacy – everybody must like serbs, because we are the best and only, the most hospitable people on the planet (meant in the submissive, servant way.) thinking about it, did Krist Novoselic of Nirvana (the music band) write song Serve the Servants having the current day Balkan mentality in mind? my problem is – in reference to me, serbs took part in the creation of evil rumors which are the basis for general hatred and provocations I experience in public. actually, the rumors must have been started by the Yugoslav community in Philadelphia, USA where I lived and in that respect all I am curious about is karmic experience of people that ruined my life and family there – are they and their families better off now? they should be because they realized what they wanted to. I assume they were the Yugoslav government agents working for UDBA secret service pretending to be the regular church going Americans as it was confirmed to me by Mr. Velja Abramovic in telephonic conversation. same goes for serbs in serbia - those that are targeting me. are their lives and well-being better off now for doing it? let me point out to another fact – if any individual wanted to target any other individual on this scale – several hundred thousand serbs against only one citizen of Serbia - would it be possible without the assistance of government agencies? as a consequence, they are progressively trying to find my bads and the first thing they always come up with is – what a fool, he did it to himself. now really, if I wanted to do something like that to me – would it play out on this level and scale? c’mon. be real.

many serbs thus assume I had ashamed the nation and consequently I am not on par so they even deny my origin. as of this morning the unknown and superficially known people are provoking me by calling gypsy, the highest insult among the serbs. for example, many true native gypsies like soccer players Dragan Dzajic or Sinisa Mihajlovic shun their ancestry for fear of all the negatives this association comes with in Serbia. as a response with respect to that I feel as if a bunch of wild sheep has taken it out on me. I think nothing of the people that do not appreciate fine art, there is nothing to talk about, and as far as the present feedback from the serbian community is escalating in negative fashion, this confrontational attitude on the part of many serbs is going to last. in all honesty, figuring out my present-day countrymen, I’d rather be anything but the serb, a gypsy or any animal. Yes. it assumes more freedom. and separates you from hatred and negative attitude that you are experiencing by being close in spirit.

furthermore, many serbs that are trying to get to me still consider themselves yugoslavs. but there is Yugoslavia no more, and nobody wants to be with the serbs in yugoslavia. on the other hand serbian narcissistic attitude that comes as EVERYBODY IN THE WORLD MUST LIKE US, EVEN OUR ENEMIES constantly pushes the envelope because many serbs are forcing on their hospitality by unnaturally extending it to everyone. so it is a fucked up situation. the natural thing to do would be to extend hospitality to another serb - me. but no. they have other ideas. foreign friends tell me leave Serbia for good, what are you doing there, time flies by. but I have been starting new several times already, starting fresh is always a pain in the ass anywhere.

Austria has just won the WWI

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Austria has just won the WWI. It practically has all its territories back with its allies enjoying the highest living standard and sanity. One hundred years after, Serbia has lost the war. Why? Well, partially, here is why. If one mirrors the Serbian behavior towards me nowadays – he would see the complete madness and insanity there on the part of many Serbs which produce nothing but the regress. And again, I am asking - why me?! Why was I singled out?! What did I miss out on? Did I kill anyone without my knowledge? Did I rape anyone? For killers and rapists are provoked in public like many Serbs have been trying to get to me. That’s what could happen to lowlife criminals in the society that is highly unsafe like the Serbian one. But what am I to Serbs? I am certainly not seen as the one like many. In the minds of many - I am something different. I feel like I am considered the enemy. The one that needs to be dealt with.

What goes on? Many citizens here are constantly pushing the envelope in relationship with me. The problem is – I do not know any of these people. They know me – but I am not paid to be the public scapegoat number one. This is where I feel that the USA let me down and thence all of my artwork is revolving around that theme – human protest, or - I am mirroring provocations that I receive daily. As if the half-baked potato was returned disguised as the hot one back to Serbia.

And so, here is one example of harassment that I am going through - from today. And I do not like giving these case examples as the Serbian copycats are immediately tryna duplicate the same situations and I am dealing with hundreds of thousands of mildly through semi to aggressive citizens of Serbia. Which means problems on every step of my way.

I went to Delhaize supermarket MAXI today on Autokomanda Square where employee Milica brought all of her family problems to work. Then she saw me coming as a chance to vent. It is a mean looking being btw, sometimes you can just tell the kind. Looking like a fifty-year old woman, Milica waited and waited until i came really close and then she slammed baskets that she was holding in my face and disturbed me because right there i knew it was intentional. my ears are still ringing.

The same day after that, somebody in the car that was parked by the VERO supermarket (Vojvode Stepe Blvd.) store - waited until I came really close and then activated rear-window washer jets and wiper which caused cleaning liquid to be sprinkled over me as I could smell it on me inside the store for several minutes.

And so on. Even if Serbs wanna pay me to be the national victim par excellence, a doll that they can keep destroying with impunity - I would not want to assume that position. Though the question is will they leave me alone? The United States I would like to hear, to find out what they think about it.