|Jour 15 – A Los Angeles Childhood – Centre Georges Pompidou – Paris-Delhi-Bombay|
|Sunday, 26 June 2011 21:41|
I start with breakfast at home. I do some research, read emails, and post a Blog. I find out that one of my statues, (am I beginning to seem possessive?) St. Genevieve, the patron saint of Paris, though once buried in an abbey, had a wonderful structure designed for her bones to be buried. This structure was designed by Jacques Germain Soufflot and was completed in 1790. Another identified woman buried there is Marie Curie. Other women there are anonymous, called “Righteous Among the Nations,” and are in a mass burial for the Parisians exterminated in the War Camps.
After completing my research, I go to have sushi for lunch. The sky is blue, the clouds white with just a teaser of gray. Yesterday the summer sales began in Paris. What I thought was a museum on the Champs Elysees, was actually queuing up for a sale at Abercrombie and Fitch. Unless I bump into something astounding, I will avoid these bargains. Instead I hop on the 38 Bus and head for the Pompidou.
The entrance price is 12 Euro. If I lived in Paris I would buy a yearly pass since this is my favorite museum, and I would be able to attend movies, exhibits, receive a 5% discount in shops, and more. The museum is devoted to today’s creative activity, all forms, plastic arts, architecture, design, live performance, cinema, and so forth. I am focused on the Paris-Delhi-Bombay, India through the eyes of Indian and French artists. The exhibit was divided into different sections, politics, urban development and environment, religion, home, cultural identity and craft. Areas of interest to me were those dealing with women and seeking equal rights. Nalini Malani speaks to the issue of the struggle of women who demand their rights in a society that often denies them. There were photographs by Pushpamala N. who represents herself in a range of roles from submissive to militant. Another woman who talks about identity is Sonia Khurana, the relationship to one and the other.
A piece called 6 Cages are inaccessible although these connected sculptures appear to allow entry, they do not. The mirrors in between each “room” are like funny house mirrors and people pose and take pictures of themselves in the mirrors, amazed at who they see. The chambers represent six inner enemies, lust, anger, pride, envy, greed and worldly attachment. “The feeling of emptiness, meaning of life and human-kind’s mechanical and observed existence and implications of the six enemies within.” There is so much here. Here is a boudoir in Paris with Delhi bustling daily in the city outside.
Kater Attia’s film/documentary with interest in a transgender question that lead him to film a community of third sex in India known as Hijras, who create rights to ensure the fertility of a couple, and prosperity of a business. This is a combination of Paris, Algeria and Bombay. Fascinating film.
Going up and down the escalators to the sixth floor to the exhibit hall features a Soundwalk by Mickey Hart. Sacred chants of the Gyuto Monks, Tantric Choir, a single chanter creates two to three tones simultaneously. Two monasteries in Tibet developed this technique. Gyuto and Gyume. They still have this practice today.
After such stimulation of the exhibit I had to get back out into the streets. By this time it was 930pm so I take the 38 Bus back, and do a slow walking meditation back to the apartment. It has been another revolutionary day in Paris. The Pompidou Centre, the fact that the Stravinsky Fountains now have water, and dusk is settling over the city of light. It’s good to be alive, in Paris, in life.
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