Pages from my diary 2015

9th of July 2015

It is the 21st day of the fasting month in 2015 , i have done nothing about the new element in my life ie the chinese woman ….. who is she really she seems to be a set up and hides behind the word charity. Most probably she is in with the people who listen in at the museum in rue Jonqouy.

I remember mentioning the word « charity » when i was talking to Margerette in the Musee' s front hall , i had just come back from my trip to Spain …. i was talking about Chigo the African woman from Nigeria who was living in my house with her two boys . She asked me if Chigo was renting the place and i explained to her that she wasn't able to pay a rent. I was considering it a charitable act on my part to allow her to stay there for free. Chigo was a trained dentist but right now she was running a charity shop in one of the back streets in the center of Torrevieja. The economic crisis in Spain had led to the creation of many such charity shops where people donated their furniture and belongings which would then be sold at low prices to the public.

I thought the word charity was positive , however when i explained how charity had been the reason for Chigo receiving a car and other things as donations …. Marge let out a groan of disapproval. We were infact both thinking the same thing ; charity was not a healthy thing for the economy.

It was after this conversation when i received an e mail from some one in China who wanted to be charitable. It was from an anonymous person who claimed to be a top notch lawyer who had been involved in the accidental death of a British citizen. In her e mail she said that she wanted to give away a large sum simply because she didn't want the chinese government to get it. It was pretty unbelievable and i kept on thinking of the saying which told me that it was too too good to be true. It was probably some one testing my degree of gulability since i had let out my secret that i had still to pay for the house.

I had written to Margarette from Spain , telling her that i had needed to take a break from Paris and that it would do her good to take a break from her work at the museum. I felt sorry for her because she never seemed to go anywhere and was permanently dedicated to guarding the Adzak Museum .

The Adzak museum had been created by the English artist Roy Wright who had studied at an art school in Australia. He had arrived at Montparnasse in an old truck which he used to sleep in while in Paris. It was the early sixties and he had decided to buy a garage in the 14th area and create his workshop in it. Piles of books and diaries kept at the museum have pictures of him taken in various countries where he had travelled and worked . He had been a trained as a construction engineer and had worked for some years in his profession. Then he had started to travel to various countries and had found that what he was really interested in was art and specifically sculpture.

Margarette had met him in a caffee in Montparnasse , and they had started to chat over a coffee. He had just arrived in his truck and parked it next to the place where they sat. It was a typical caffee with the tables set outside on the pavement.. She had been living in Paris working as a journalist while living with her american husband who was a photographer and an anarchist. It was a time sizzling with idealism and political fervour and De Gaule was guiding the nation with an inspired vision

my painting on exibit in Paris 

 Curtesy of Mr M. Grossmann

Room with a view in Paris 2015 …. Thanks to Margaret Crowther the directress of the Adzak Museum i had the possibility of making a few Parisian paintings at this British Artist's Residency .

 Adzak Story

Margerettte's story about how she met Roy reminded me of my student life in Italy …...

Some people believe that creative people can connect to each other on a different level.

Perhaps in the same years when Roy was making his professional art in his studio in Paris, Axel who was an actor from Berlin had come to visit with his girlfriend , They were making a video about women artists and had come over for a film festival. Our flat was a good place to receive people and we could put people up for a few days . It was the 1980's , the Berlin Wall was still intact and i shared the flat with two other girls ; Nadia and Verena.

Verena and myself were aspiring painters and hung out with a group of artists . She knew some people who went to the same private art school. I had known this art shool since some one from my book group was working there . Verena and i both painted and liked the idea of getting some artists together and doing something culturally intersting ….. like contributing to the world in a positive way. While we waited for the future ; when we would make this happen we had parties and went to some ourselves.