Started the day with some strata (?) had soaked my week old left over bread in milk overnight added some eggs, goats cheese and capsicum and slow cooked it into some kind of delicious frittata. This will feed me for the day!!
So third time lucky ..no.. Aimed to see Palais de Tokyo and still its not open til tomorrow so stayed on the line and went to the La Defense business district and saw all the amazing “brut” around.. Love it soooo much. I arrived during the Parisian 2 hour lunch break and totally refined my duck and weave strolling system! I also went to the giant shopping centre and bought a new cardigan!! go girl!
My neighbour came to apologise about the other night… (a woman had come into my kitchen and had been trying to clean red wine of her long flowing woollen white coat with a sponge).. I hadn’t clicked my door properly….(omg could have been so much worse..read on..) He had apologised that night and me in my neighbourly, friendly language had said that was fine we’re neighbours and if he ever needed sugar he’d know where to come..he told me he wasn’t here for that kind of thing (OMFG..cup! a cup of sugar..is that even better??)..so I had been avoiding him ever since..a comedy of Carolyn..Hed said there was an opening tonight out the front near where the homeless people sleep so we should go see it...
Ive just arrived back.. The opening was at 6.30 at 6.40 they invited people inside to stand on a square..(it was lucky I looked like I was with the homeless guy standing next to me so I wasn’t invited in! ) Three people with prothetic tongues walked around the group and yelled and talked and pointed (in french..so i wasn’t sure what was actually going on) There was one cool element though, where art tags are normally found ( you know bottom right of a work) well, that was where their cue cards were and they would grab and tear to make sure they were on cue...(That was cool) What wasn’t cool or whats made me come back and pound the floor is that where homeless people would be setting up there beds for the evening was a table filled with food and juice (no alcohol) ..I kept wanting to fill the paper cups up and pass them out.. it felt so fucking privileged and middle class ( omg thats me). it was so strange that the people living there had not been invited.. it was fucked, I couldn’t contemplate art when I knew I was taking up the space of someones bed…argghh .. so I go back to my studio where my iPhones been capturing footage for the last hour and pour a wine and consider ..everything..Ive just again finished Orwells “Down and out in Paris and London’ and im feeling decidedly middle class and meaningless…
I know the French think they’ve got things figured out but they haven’t, no-one has. I remember last time I was here hanging out in a park near the 18th and being invited to share tea with people from mongolia who had set up a tent camp and were without a home. “We knew you weren’t French”….”because you smiled and said hello”….fuck it ..fuck it.. argh ..
tomorrow I will go and buy some bread and take back to the exhibition site? and for now? what? i make a video? fucckkkkkkkk.. yep and drink wine…