I hadn't been feeling well all week. Attending my son and daughter's wonderful theater play in a cold room with a bunch of strangers had left me with an annoying head cold. This, and the medication that I took to support my journey to the City of Lights, may explain part of the feverish nature of the notes I took while perusing the art .
But I was also under the influence of two things that I had read recently. One is Kenny Werner's book about musical practice (called Effortless Mastery). In it the author talks about a space of calm that musicians need to connect to through meditation and focus in order to allow their bodies to play music beautifully without interference of the conscious mind. I am reading this in an attempt to solve some of my problems with erforming guitar for an audience. The other thing that impressed me was an article by Char Davies in which she describes her Virtual Reality pieces from the 1990s and the art practice that lead up to them. She talks about being myopic and trying to paint the world as she really sees it, without glasses, because to her a world in which everything is vague and fluid feels more real.