We bought some art from this man....who smiled despite the cold at the marche des creatives...
http://substance21.canalblog.com/profile/534893/index.html
Then went to the Orsay and saw
http://www.musee-orsay.fr/fr/evenements/expositions/au-musee-dorsay/presentation-generale/article/jean-leon-gerome-25691.html?tx_ttnews[tx_pids]=594,610,617,604,606,608,631,632,3286,591&tx_ttnews[tt_cur]=25691&tx_ttnews[backPid]=4385&cHash=844873330a
which was inspirational and kind of kitsch all at once. I have to keep reminding myself that my current ways of seeing preclude a complete understanding of past art expression. I try hard to be sympatico. I cannot fill in all the surrounding environment but have to say that I was impressed by the man's dedication to creative expression, from sculpture to photography to painting.....all there.
The bikes are being readied tomorrow and we will try to post 'ome a lot to minimise the return load
I dreamt that I'd been possessed by a denizen of Ile De Goree who wanted me to expound the dread. I awoke in a sweat with dark imaginings hearing the fall of silver and the small creaking of masks. Dakar has really shaken my lolly. For example I watched a man in thongs pushing a barrow with car tyre wheels fully loaded with bags of concrete. Vying with trucks, taxis the lot. Pushing hard through the dust in need of a horse. Then he stops and pulls out a mobile phone and starts talking.!
Paradoxes keep me wanting to understand the dilemma from both sides. Truth is never observable from a single viewpoint. Cardinal Pell assured me today that as I was faithless I was consequently coarse uncaring and purposeless. He could push his barrow in Dakar. And likely won't
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