As you wind your way through a labyrinth of dark hallways, works of art pop up into your peripheral vision, neon sculptures punctuate the space and haunting voices narrate enigmatic short films revealing strange stone monsters and anxious views from a stone fort. Welcome to Laurent Grasso's bizarre and wonderful universe.
Masturbation is seldom far from the chatter that bubbles up among devotees and scholars of Marcel Proust. This week in Paris another conclave of hyper-Proustians is gathering sponsored by the very crusty INHA, or the French National Institute on the History of Art and their German analogues based in Berlin.
Deaf and near-deaf people such as myself operate in a world I think was best captured by classical Chinese painters. Their pictures have no middle distance: we see figures in the foreground, and we see mountains in the far ground, but what we see in the middle is left to the imagination and must be perceived.