This week, the Sun dreamed of being arrested by police after 8pm for violating a curfew. The police woman who arrested him (in his dream) was actually one of his accomplices at the grocery store.
For several weeks, he returned home from work with a check stub in his pocket late in the evening to justify his travels if necessary. No police officer asked any questions about this. “I think it ess emphasizes me more than I thought,” he said.
Our dreams usually tell us more than we thought. The Sun dreamed that he was arrested the same night, and I only dreamed that he was wearing a mask at the bar. I could not focus on the band music on stage because I was so scared about the carelessness and proximity of the audience.
I had no idea how I would feel when I was finally able to go to the theater show. I know, though, that I dream of going out. Go to the bar, go to the restaurant, go to the cinema or theater. Go out for fun.
The deceased’s name was Sortir Tap In which I made my first steps in journalism 28 years ago. I took the history of “restaurants on the go” from my colleague Matthias Brunet, who rented at Sports. I wrote both about the old traditional boi-boi and the new trendy snack. I report on the best burgers, the best ice cream parlors, the best micro brewery beers in town. Luckily for my line, I landed in movie reviews.
Going out has always been a part of my life. With a few exceptions, I found it a year strange to lose it. The week before Grand Arrest, I went to the theater three times and saw two movies at the cinema. 11 months, like everyone else, I was mostly at home.
Last week I went to the museum. In general, I’m careful not to tell you about it. It was not only an excursion for me, it was also an event. A small victory over the epidemic. These days we are taking all the successes we can.
Not only was it absurd not to be able to go to the museum in recent months, I was able to wander around the labyrinth of showrooms at IKEA during leisure time. I forbade pausing for a few seconds in front of a painting or sculpture in a museum, but in the melamine the bathroom or kitchen counter was surrounded by a dozen people (all not at two meters away).
The reopening of museums may not yet be a great success of art over commerce, but it is a start. Since the end of autumn, we have been able to see the show Riopelle – Facing the Northern Territories and Indigenous Cultures, In fact, on the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts (MMFA) website. There is no such thing as watching such a show in person, it is possible – with the exception of “contradictory variations” – until May.
I fell in love when I arrived, taking a deep breath, at the top of the old MMFA pavilion stairs. A lively emotion before the monumental painting Meeting place – Quintet, In 1963 it was directed by Jean-Paul Riopelle and performed at the Opera Bastille in Paris. Without breath, before solemn works Pond – Tribute to the Gray Owl Or Sylvan blizzard, An explosion of colors, textures and reliefs such as precious stones or minerals. These are details that cannot be fully appreciated by a computer screen. You have to go out to see.
175 or more works on the show Riopelle had a great interest in Nordicity and Autoconi, and his passion for his native landscapes while living in Paris in the 1950s., 60s and 70s. Together, it seems to have inspired him a lot.
Among Riopelle’s major works recently restored, we found monumental sculpture. Fontaine, Created between 1964 and 1977, the artist preserved in his workshop at Saint-Marguerite-du-Lock-Mason and presented to the public for the first time. It is surrounded by ice-inspired images, in a hypnotic sound atmosphere that iodides the glaciers. Leaving me for my winter dreams, I drown with this polar climate.
I went to the museum. It is trivial in normal times. It is not at these special times. This trip to the museum made me dream of other trips. Very simple avoidance, harmless breaks with daily routine.
I dream of going out. To go out to remember that there is life outside my home. To come out like a metaphor, to see the light we see at the end of the tunnel, move. One day to get out of my bubble, and finally, to get out of the pandemic.