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rain

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Rain & alchemy. On the seventh day it rained all day. All day the water washed the collective mind we inhabit. A chair & a mirror were assembled & the space creaked a little more open as a blind, bowl & sheet shone. Simple utilitarian items that together make living less harsh. The day before we had traced a path to Choisy-le-Roi where hung from an enormous ivy entwined tree two aluminum sculptured pieces by Louise Bourgeois . At first they resembled beehives but on closer examination were two bodies wrapped around each other. Or were they mouths being gagged? Named " The Welcome " they identified the newly married, especially emigrants from all around the world: "... are you welcome. Or are you foreigners we want to get rid of? " The streets were relatively empty and plums fell from sidewalk trees. In the evening a huge embrace from Robert Bresson's nephew followed by beer & cheese and talk ranging from renowned French geog

Siene

Summer afternoon by the Siene. Once you've seen Cezanne apples you can't look at apples the same way again. Really? She tells me she doesn't have a plan. There is worry on her face and she jokingly corrects herself. When you walk the streets of an old world city do you feel the ghosts of history oppressing the space within? Why do we want to capture ourselves in the picture of Notre Dame? A child plays the Play Me I'm Yours piano in Hopital Hotel Dieu as we seek solace from the unknowable. Bandages and silent corridors of people murmuring in black provide relief. But when the sky opens on the Pont au Change bridge the Seine flows through the radiance of the panorama of the city with it's golden domes and white stone walls and the talk on the spirit of place, how objects or closed spaces contain the past, dissolves. How deep is the Siene? Pass the backside where you dare not walk at night trying to identify the year of the blue doored building, its splen

Monet

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Viewing Monet's Nymphéas series at the The Musée de l'Orangerie , In the Tuileries gardens, Paris is a deep meditation of a sustained practice on the presence of light ... ... the Water Lilies panels change moment by moment under the natural light filtering in through the daylight sky ... the serene movement of the eight curved walls (Morning, The Clouds, Green Reflections, Morning with Willows & four others) within the two white elliptical rooms is broken only by the awkward jerky humans walking through the Gallery ... an education of the eye ... Look to where the light reflects. Look with peripheral vision. Move slowly & enter the color. Be still & breathe with every movement. Adjust the gaze & release. When you are empty smile. :: Note :: ... we immerse ourselves for two hours bathing in the "decompression space" ...