They are all lining up, well-heeled, under umbrellas in the rain for Picasso and « the masters » here.
Tickets reserved, coats checked, headsets ready. Everyone is as they should be. And the genius of 20th-century art is, too, and all the masters are, too.
A parentheses of erotic drawings makes sparks, and Yo, Picasso from 1901 and La Pisseuse from 1965.
But I’m waiting for the end.
I’m waiting for the genius not to be as he should be.
I find that I’m waiting for the genius to hover, to reveal the raw imperfection of the moment, unbound. I’m waiting for him to shed his brilliant disguise.
I’m waiting to see conventions defied, not as a convention of defying convention with knowing panache, but because to be truly alive, to truly respond to a face, a flower, a hand, a pear, a bowl, a foot, a breast, is to not know it, it is to defy its convention.
They are all still lining up when I descend the slippery, wet stairs and move on in a drizzle.
Waiting for Picasso
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Enseignante Zen et poète, Sensei Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell est née et a grandi à Minneapolis, aux Etats-Unis. Arrivée en France en 1981 pour étudier la littérature et l’histoire, elle y est restée, s’installant à Paris, où elle élève ses deux enfants et gagne sa vie en tant que journaliste.
The Zen teacher and poet Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell Sensei was born and raised in Minneapolis, but came to France in 1981 to study literature and history and has lived in Paris ever since, raising her two children and making a living as a journalist.
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