Frank Reijnen, a designer effects painter, tells me at the turn of the century the Dutch to clean wood floors would lay down a layer of white sand & sprinkle it all over with flower petals so it would smell nice and walk on it for a week. When they swept it up the floor was polished clean.
At the train station 11:00 Friday night. Exhausted, exhilarated. Like waves crashing over my body, the stone, fighting the building superintendent, surviving, getting interest from the glitterati, my performance as an event, a collector repeated: “this would be GREAT for an event”. The questions of permanence recur and strangely the lovers of beauty seem too often foreign. A Sotheby’s representative from London, Pierre Dolman, trips to avoid the sand, he grabs his friends shoulder with a ‘Voila’ gesture! “You are the artist?! You must do this for Sotheby’s.”
Gagosian Princesses
