So yesterday, after doing laundry in the morning and working for awhile, i went up to the Buttes Chaumont area to check out Ryan Gander's show at Le Plateau. Gander is a British artist and this is his big Paris debut. Unfortunately the opening was in the evening and they gallery was still installing so i had to satisfy myself with pressing my nose up against the window and peeking in. From what i could see i especially liked these marble sculptures.....
As i turned to head back through the light drizzle i saw what may have been a stray Ryan Gander sculpture leaning up against a tree....
Now that's a good show, i thought, where the art makes you see something differently. Or adds another layer to something mundane. I drifted through the neighbourhood and wandered into a few more galleries but it was all that draped marble that stayed with me. As i arrived back at the Cite later that afternoon a strange sight greeted me in the park across the street.
The homeless guy, whose name i've learned is Didier, was sheltering from the drizzle by covering himself in one of his blankets. I had had a strange and apocalyptic dream about him the night before and now his echoing of the Ryan Gander sculptures seem to set up some kind of weird reverberation for me....
9/19/2013 01:46:38 am
This is the stuff that makes me feel all alive inside. Thanks for reminding me that this is possible.
9/19/2013 06:29:23 am
This reminded me of "a shroud of the living" or in our capitalistic based society's mind, half living half dead, "one foot in the grave" so to speak, dead in the eyes of society.....invisible.. Remember in Harry Potter the "cloak of invisibility"??
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a tale of the Canada Council International Residency in Paris, France.