on a funny/personal note, the french security guard (who told marnie and i that we were standing too close to the art.. désolée! im an art historian, i stand close!) proceeded to talk to me about the meaning of the dark souls installation in detail in french. he could totally speak english, but realized i understood french so just kept going on. i was actually hanging on to his every word, partially because someone was speaking my third language in the DARK so i had to pay close attention, but also because i was so inspired that he cared about the art!
my heart is pounding at this point.. my outline all of a sudden makes no sense. i spend fifteen minutes reading it and visualizing the unraveling of my argument. also i look at some quotes.. and now im exhausted. after reading paish's day one experience i thought it would help to write about mine.
quote of the day that is most interesting and least relevant to my paper:
"in the window of a coffee house there sits a convalescent, pleasurably absorbed in gazing at the crowd, and mingling, through the medium of thought, in the turmoil of thought that surrounds him.. finally he hurls himself into the throng, in pursuit of an unknown, half-glimpsed countenance that has, on an instant, bewitched him. curiosity had become a fatal, irresistible passion!” charles baudelaire, the painter of modern life (1863).