– Allons au Flock’s, lança-t-on.

Ils suivirent l’assemblée qui déjà franchissait la porte de l’appartement.
Lui, n’aimait pas ces lieux enfumés, il avait l’impression de les connaître tous. Les mêmes liqueurs tièdes, les sempiternelles conversations, l’ennui.
Elle, pouvait abattre la nuit sans se préoccuper du temps, et ces lieux avaient sur elle un effet différent.
Lui, aurait aimé se montrer sans se faire voir, conscient de ses défauts autant que de ses qualités.
Elle, aimait lui plaire et tous les regards pourraient se poser sur elle qu’elle les méritait tous.
Sa beauté maîtrisée avait sur les hommes un effet dévastateur et d’un geste elle aurait pu faire capituler les plus braves.
Lui, contemplait ce spectacle social avec suffisance. Elle seule avait de l’importance à ses yeux.
Elle, possédait une connaissance de l’âme qui lui donnait toujours un coup d’avance.

– Taxi !

Elle, posa sa tête dans le creux de son épaule, le coeur plein d’élan espérant combattre la fatalité.
Lui, fixait la ville avec mélancolie, priant pour que cet instant ne termine jamais.
Les lumières défilaient à tout allure dans l’habitacle de l’auto.
Eux, restaient figés comme promis à un autre monde.
Lui, portait les traces d’un avenir résolu.
Elle, rendait à l’amour la promesse d’un bonheur absolu.

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– Let’s go to Flock’s, someone said.

They followed the crowd already halfway out of the apartment.
He didn’t like these smoky places, he felt like he knew them all. The same tepid liquors, the eternal conversations, the boredom.
She could get through the night without being concerned about time, and these places had a very different effect on her.
He would very much like to show off yet not be seen, aware of his failings as well as his virtues.
She liked to seduce him, and had all eyes been on her she would have deserved every single look.
Her mastered beauty had a devastating effect on men, she would have the bravest at her mercy in just one move.
He would observe this social spectacle filled with self-importance. She was the only thing that mattered to him.
She had such knowledge of the soul that she was always one step ahead of you.

– Taxi!

She rested her head on his shoulder, her heart full of enthusiasm hoping to defeat fate.
He stared out at the city, filled with melancholy, praying for this moment to last forever.
Lights were shooting past the passenger compartment.
They stayed there, petrified, as if destined for another world.
He was bearing the signs of a settled future.
She was reciprocating love’s promise of absolute happiness.

Masha is a collective exhibition underlining the narrative potential of art, and the singularity of our experience.
Including works John Cage (US 1912-1992), Lydia Gifford (UK b.1979), Jan Groover (US 1943-2012), Yvonne Rainer (US b.1934), GL Rogier (FR 1945-2009), Ariane Schick (UK b.1984), Josh Tonsfeldt (US b.1979) and Lawrence Weiner (US b.1942).

This exhibition is dedicated to Masha.