here you will find the drawings of a girl.
her name is genevieve dieng and i just happened to spot her drawing out in the sunshine on the terrace of the palais de tokyo, not far from when i live. as soon as my eye caught what she was working on i had to take a closer look…
the drawings i watched her make (and later summoned the courage to ask her about) were ridiculously detailed, feminine and lush. i wanted to be one of the girls in her drawings with endless flowing hair, angry mouths and surrounded by raining, radiating patterns of flowers, snakes, disco balls and playing cards.
something about her drawings is decidedly melancholy. despite some of the work being hyper coloured and full of movement and action, the expressions of the characters remain somber and deadly serious. i like the contrast… it’s very zen in a strange way.
so, taking a deep breath and unearthing my best french – errrrr franglais – i found out that dieng studies art at the moment and that she preferred i didn’t show any of the work she had in her sketchbook – a HUGE shame as the work i saw was truly magnificent!
massively disappointed i pushed a little further and was told i could find some of her older work on her facebook page. the following is what i found…
pas mal, genevieve!
i forgot how much i miss these parties.
one time i went to my cousin john’s grad exhibition and we watched a performance artist throw raw fish and gnawed ham bones around and down his underpants in the middle of a courtyard. he was next to naked and accompanied by some minimal house music coming from an old school tape deck including the occasional spoken lyrics, “fish to the left, fish to the left” whereby the raw fish was thrust leftward. to this day anything resembling that phrase amongst those that were there results in fits of rolling giggles.
like my cousins grad exhibition, this little student art party i stumbled on tonight was located on the school grounds and included bottles and bottles and bottles (but never enough) of cheap red wine to be consumed at our leisure. we were lucky enough to find half a bottle and (in imitation of the others) guarded it jealously under our arm as we perused the work there.
it was no surprise that the show contained some work that was terribly weak and some that was magnificent. following is some of the more magnificent. being a poorly organised event, there were no names titles or numbers attached so i cannot give anyone credit. ALSO i must apologise for the poor picture quality – i only had my phone on me at the time as our attendance this eve was completely unplanned, unannounced and uninvited. sorry fellas… désolé les gars.
i overheard a funny conversation while two guys looked at one of the pieces. it went exactly like this:
garson1 – j’ai un question…
boy1 – i have a question…
garson2 – ouais?
boy2 – yeah?
garson1 – pourquoi???
boy1 – why???
this was the one he referred to:
i have to admit, i agree completely. but what’s one of these shows without some seriously overdone clichéd lame piece of shit???