Basel – Part 2

a SELECTIF Experience

When Bijou came home after the Unlimited, she almost fell asleep during her 15 min power nap. While drinking her hemp ice tea she bought at a local grocery machine that day, she grabbed her bike and went asap to the Kunsthalle.

„I wake up,
grey grey sky,
rain sounds.

Is that my old friend from school, I once had classes with at art school? People say he’s into the gallery business now. I assume we agree on pretending to not know each other. Right?
This huge booklet in my hands feels good. Nice paper. Sexy performance.
There’s a blind falcon shitting right beside me on the parquet floor, am I supposed to laugh?
Pepsi everywhere. I could need a drink too. Is this thing interactive? Can I grab one in an easy sexy move?

I’m getting tired again, it’s quite warm here. Not hot really, but I certainly don’t feel the hot/cold balance that gives me total comfort. But there’s this light pink jacket of the head curator. Definitely a nice gesture, people are so hard to identify in the twilight of the performance. I feel so terrible checking my phone. That’s what the performers do all the time, maybe it’s all about swiping and staring. But I’m an viewer, not an actress, right?Let’s get things straight. This is exceptional here.

The art world has an inner circle of an inner circle of an inner circle.
And no blood.

Is it milk?
Okay I need to exit. I’m starting to get too focussed on my inner projection of a cold drink… oh here we are, this is the “Spira”.
Dull afterparty. Even though chilling on a basel sidewalk feels nice.
I have such strong allergy this year, everybody says so. It’s a tough year. Luckily finally, no art around I have to stare at. Some relaxation for the eyes.
No money left and no energy to talk to someone just to get a sip of liquid in return.
I hop on my bike, and speed of. In the distance I see the Anne Imhof-gang. I blush a little because its hard to sustain relaxed coolness and smooth attitude with no air in the back tire. But it’s dark and everyone is a little drunk.
At the next crossing I turn left, one quick sight of the river. Next thing I know is how I close my eyes, breathe deep and think about all the colors I have seen and loved during this day.“

Coming up: Part 3

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