I was on way to Palais de Tokyo and it’s just a sheet of water outside... There will be soo many people seeking to do things inside..so I claimed it as a you don’t have to do any art or use your brain day and grabbed a pastry and booked myself in for the perfume maker course.
I smelt hundreds of scents and bottles as we talked about base notes and layers of scent. Its always hard to find a connection. I searched for one. We talked about mixing scents being akin to mixing colour and only by understanding the complexities and mixations would the scent not turn out muddy brown..
Sophie really like the name I chose and thought it was a very timely title with all the discontent and protests happening in Paris. ‘La Spleen de Paris’ is a book of poetry by Baudelaire and Spleen is one of those french words which is difficult to translate to english…
“The Baudelairien 'spleen', refers to a literary meaning of the word, “melancholy with no apparent cause, characterised by a disgust with everything”.”
I was going for more of the melancholia vibe but I think disgust, mistrust and disheartenment may be more accurate.
I got home and cooked up a big pot of pasta and smothered it with a green tube of frozen garlic and basil butter I had found at the supermarket the day before which I think they use for their snails.. I added some peas..I have become a real fan of peas.
As I sat and stared out the window I pondered someone with a light on in another studio. Feeling a little like James Stewart in rear window. I used to love Hitchcock growing up they used to play movies and at the beginning he’d come onto the screen and introduce the upcoming feature in a slow english drawl making me feel both nervous and excited of what would come.. Hitchcock presents??
I moved one of my works into the far window and lit it to glow out to the other studios .. a beacon of crap art calling out across the scape…
I slept tight and woke early in the morning when I thought Mat and Dani may be mid gig in the Nolan and sent a quick message of love before returning to sleep.
On waking this morning the windows greeted me and remind me of the night before. These windows are magnificent and they have a common connection with all those who stay here .. the first picture someone sends on their arrival is nearly always of the windows or the view beyond.. there must be hundreds of those images over the years.
So im going to play with the idea of the windows today and maybe light them up again tonight. .
I heard one of my larger works that I had taped onto the wall crawl down to sleep on the floor last night.. Its good a fresh start..
I miss everyone x