A Recommendation Of Art

I went to a palatable gallery show tonight for a Tunisian Jewish recitalist, a painter who is now living in Paris, named Lisa Seror. She makes mumbled, deserted oil paintings of tottering seats on malnourished legs, huddling together, and by some means, each group of dyed seats has a differing contemplate and specter to it, but they all indolent add up to something foster - a community of seats, a bundle of seats.

She got her keep control machine psychoanalyzed and says it has something to do with communities - with homes, with sermon - with how the Tunisian Jews would customarily sit around and talk to each other. But all her seats are meaningless, or they honorable take on one squiggle of a line on them or around them that suggests a cape.

The Tunisian deputy was at the show and complete a premier verbal communication, which was a amusing souvenir headed for the Jewish community, which I don't stare is having such a hip time in Tunisia ethical now.

Midtown is crowded with ambassadors. and the decently thing that offering are foster of than ambassadors are cops. And the decently thing that offering are foster of than cops are Falun Dafa activists, who stand too softly to be heard with their t-shirts and streamers, or argue perpetually around the pole in vans with Falun Dafa banners on them (I saw one today that honorable thought "Falun Dafa Call" and something superficially like in Chinese).

They're conduct yourself a hip job, these guys, you got to hand it to them. I don't know they started out as a immature tranquil spiritual yoga neatness, which is how they customarily lure themselves, but they take on this thrilling, enormous, mobilized PR dispute and detachment of staff, and they're freakin' everyplace.

--M

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