art

is anyone even reading this? i like to think that there are lots of people who "miss me" or "want to know what i am doing here," but actually there are probably not lots, right? mom? r u still here??

yesterday was saturday. i went galerie-hopping in the marais with some  people from my contemporary french art class. it was spectacular; saturday afternoon at the galleries is like going to the opera or something. british mothers with oxford-clad little boys (omg), israeli lesbian couples with matching colored wire glasses, youngster parisians with nothing better (or worse) to do than hold hands with their impeccable girlfriends and spend a cumulative fourty-five seconds in each galerie before heading to the next; just perfect.

galerie xippas had a felice varini installation that i had heard about on "the internet" a few months ago, so it was really cool to see it in person. it's an optical-illusion sort of thing i guess, where you have to stand in just the right place and it looks like there is a translucent painting hanging in front of the staircase, but really it is just opaque red paint all over the place. very cool.

i was really enamored of some jorge macci pieces that were incidentally also at galerie xippas. this one was my favorite: a piano made out of tiny rectangular boxes on the floor.

at galerie karsten greve, there was an incredible exhibition of gudeon rubin pieces. he's a thirty-something-year-old israeli artist. i'm not quite sure why his work resonated with me so much; i thought it spoke to "the universal nature of childhood" and reminded me of "family vacations in the adirondacks." i will probably end up writing a paper on this exhibition.

it was, all in all, just another perect day in paris. we topped it off with some mr. freezes from a bazaar on rue vielle-du-temple. quelle bonheur.