From Miro to Andy Warhol

An exhibit seen at le Palais Luxembourg which is in the Luxembourg Gardens in Paris, if I've mistaken the name of the museum. There was a painting by Robert Indiana which was OK. When I was six years old with my mother we went to Old Harbor Hill on Vinal Haven, the largest of the Fox islands, there was no plumbing, so my mother's friend Robert Indiana whom we happened to be visiting offered to receive us over night. We slept on couches in one of his great rooms where we had been chatting in the course of the night. I wet the couch that night and in the morning my mother and I turned over the cushion thereby concealing the deed. Nor was it the first time my mother was put in such a position. When she flew to Paris to make a deal with Grasset Fesquel. We were the guests of the writer Marie Cardinal whose book Les Mots Pour le Dire which mother had already begun to translate. Cardinal insisted that my mother sleep in her bed so that she would know what it was like to be her, while Cardinal withdrew to the guest room. In that great bed in the Faubourg Saint Germaine I routinely peed. Anyway. At the end of our stay a month later my mother turned the mattress to disguise the deed. But the rest of it...for ten or eleven euros... Maybe ten out of fifty interesting paintings.