Shards
It was fascinating to find a window on the Rue des Orteaux in the twentieth, just in from the Porte de Montreuil, on its walk.I don’t know what I thought about it, but it is truly a phenomenon, barely explicable in that way that things run into you on a journey, and you have no answer. Someone had etched or sandblasted the windows of this shop with images of large leaning shards of broken glass plate, overlapping in places and sometimes standing alongside each other, as would the real thing. And yet there was a decorative disorder to the pieces, a kind of cartoon, as could have been done by Matisse or even Bill Culbert, if he were ever so graphic. I love what might be the covering of some broken bathroom. But whatever I call it ties it down too narrowly, in too pragmatic a way, when it is clearly almost completely abstract. SC
notes from an urban hibernation 