Those strange feelings generated by Paul McCarthy solo exhibition at Monnaie de Paris last evening…
I spontaneously tried to dialogue with one of the performers and finally noticed it was a performance. Maybe I got into the exhibition and wasn’t really ready for it. It was all kind of a nightmare. I still do not know if I loved it or if I hated it. Although, I have a feeling that I had to see it.
No doubt this is contemporary art. So contemporary and realistic that some feelings and thoughts seem to be a “déjà-vu” from hell.
I am trying to digest all that chocolate and to stand that suffocating smell of it.
The unbearable smell of human being.