Thomas Hirschorne at the Swiss Cultural Centre
This photograph by Romain Lopez was reproduced in the NYT. As soon as I can dig through the amieo archive I'll find the photo that was taken of me with Mr. H. at his vernissage. A young artist I met that evening introduced us after taking the time to explain the differences between Swiss and Swedish art and artists. It was quite an evening.
I found the Swiss-Swiss Democracy installation to be an epiphany on many levels. It was a wake up call for me, an aesthete. As I've allowed myself to be enveloped in the beauty of Paris and the art here I've had blinders on to just about everything else. Beauty isn't everything and it certainly isn't enough... but it can be powerfully seductive when the realities of contemporary life are so hard for so many.
This vernissage brought me to tears with scenes of American soldiers interogating Iraqi mothers. The play, performed in French, was funny and compelling - oh, my French really stinks! Hirschorne is definitly one of the most relevant artists working today. My dream team? Hirschorne, Kentridge and Kiefer. If Kentridge lived in Paris it would be so much better - but at least he's had work at Marion Goodman's this season. I feel so lucky to have been in Paris during an era when these significant exhibitions have been up... a belle epoche for moi.
I found the Swiss-Swiss Democracy installation to be an epiphany on many levels. It was a wake up call for me, an aesthete. As I've allowed myself to be enveloped in the beauty of Paris and the art here I've had blinders on to just about everything else. Beauty isn't everything and it certainly isn't enough... but it can be powerfully seductive when the realities of contemporary life are so hard for so many.
This vernissage brought me to tears with scenes of American soldiers interogating Iraqi mothers. The play, performed in French, was funny and compelling - oh, my French really stinks! Hirschorne is definitly one of the most relevant artists working today. My dream team? Hirschorne, Kentridge and Kiefer. If Kentridge lived in Paris it would be so much better - but at least he's had work at Marion Goodman's this season. I feel so lucky to have been in Paris during an era when these significant exhibitions have been up... a belle epoche for moi.
Labels: art and inspiration, Paris
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Waktu Endang ulang tahun, Endang minta tolong dijemput pagi2. Katanya mau bawa kue.. Yah, aku jemput aja Endang..
Sampe rumah Endang, Endang langsung buka pintu sambil bilang, ‘masuk, mas’. Ternyata Endang sendirian, lagi pada ke Jakarta keluarganya. Terus aku bilang ‘selamat ulang tahun, ya De’ sambil cipika-cipiki. Terus Endang senyum manis dan tanya ‘kadonya mana, mas?’ Aku ketawa sambil bilang ’belum ada, de.. nanti tak beli dulu’ Endang senyum dan bilang, ‘gak usah, mas.. becanda.. Endang mah lebih suka kadonya ‘sarapan pagi’ sama mas’ Endang bilang gitu sambil mata natap genit.. Wow.. ini dia.. Aku langsung bilang ‘hayu, de.. kita sarapan’ Endang pun langsung ngeraba selangkanganku.. sambil senyum genit.. ‘Sarapan nikmat’
Endang ajak aku ke kamarnya terus dia langsung buka celanaku.. diplorotin celanaku ke bawah dan Endang mulai asik belai2 kontolku yang udah ngacung tegang di mukanya.. sekali-kali ujung kontolku dijilat dan dikulum.. geli nikmat rasanya waktu Endang jilatin dan kulum kontolku.. akhirnya aku gak tahan.. aku buka pakaianku semua dan Endang juga buka semua pakaiannya.. Terus aku tarik Endang berdiri dan cium bibir Endang sambil tanganku ngegrepe tubuh Endang.. aku belai tete Endang, pantat Endang terus aku esek2 jariku ke itil Endang.. Endang mendesah dan langsung tarik aku ke tempat tidur.. Aku tindihin Endang sambil ciumin leher, pipi, kening terus ke tete Endang. Putting Endang aku jilat dan kulum.. dan sambil merintih Endang bilang.. ‘mas, masukin..’ tapi aku gak masukin aku tetep kulum dan isep putting Endang sambil esek2 ujung kontolku ke kelentit Endang.. Endang merintih, mendesis dan mendesah.. “ngng.. ssshhh.. ngg ngg mmhh.. mas plis masukin.. Endang udah gak tahan.. ahh.. ’ Akhirnya aku teken kontolku masuk dalam memek Endang.. Endang mendesis.. ‘ssssh.. ahhh.. oooh’ Aku genjot Endang cepet2 dan gak lama Endang mengejang dan memeknya ngejepit kenceng dan kemudian kontolku ngerasa memek Endang berdenyut dan mulai basah.. Endang udah orgasme.. Aku genjot terus dan Endang berusaha ngimbangin.. gak lama aku ngejang dan kontolku ngecret dalam memek Endang.. Endang pun masih goyang dan gak lama Endang orgasme lagi.. Aku baring telungkup nindihin Endang dan Endang peluk aku. Gak lama, aku dan Endang ngelanjutin sarapan pagi yang nikmat skali.. Sampai 3 kali aku ngecret dalem memek Endang.. Endang sendiri 4 kali orgasme..
Selesai sarapan, kita mandi bareng.. dan aku masih sekali lagi ngentotin Endang di kamar mandi.. Endang aku garap dari belakang.. tapi cuma sekali aku ngecret.. Soalnya Endang udah cape..
Sambil pakaian, aku sun pipi Endang.. ‘selamat ulang tahun, ya De.. ‘ Endang senyum sambil bilang ‘makasih kadonya, ya mas.. sarapan nikmat.. nanti kalo mas ulang tahun, mas Endang kadoin sarapan juga, ya’ Aku senyum aja..
Hari itu telat kita ke kantor.. alasanya ban bocor.. padahal.. yang lain yang bocor..
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