Monique had to take a trip to Paris a few weeks ago. However it was the same day that I had made an appointment with a gallery in Uzes to see if they would be interested in my recent paintings. Now mind you,I was all alone. I didn't have Monique to translate for me, and my french is still less than pedestrian, but I have reached a point where it's more important to communicate than have perfect grammar. That's not to say that I have abandonned my french studies, far from it. It's just that I need to set things in motion now. After Monique returned from Paris we went back to the gallery to make sure that I got everything right. The gallery owner said that considering the amount of time that I have been in France I did very well. The following photos are the road from Nime to Uzes. Why is that important? I have no sense of direction. I thought I might use my photographs as a reference if I needed to ask some one for directions. But I did OK

We visited a brocante in a village called Anduze. A spectacular and picturesque place where the buildings seem intimidated by the rugged faces of cliff bearing hills. We made one purchase. My first cane. And I only took one photo.

Well I'm sorry. I din't look at my notes before I chose the images. The images of the soldiers are from Jompet kuswidananto of Indonesia. "Unity In Diversity" Perhaps the expression of centuries of 'Javanese Creolism.' Now follows Wong's work.

These next images are from the Biennale early this fall in Lyon that I didn't get a chance to post. Wong Hoy Cheong who lives and works in Kuala Lumpur, came to live in Lyon to produce 'Staged' photographs using different ethnic peoples which represent what he considers the modern 'French Spirit' 'of a country finally able to acknowledge it's diversity'. To accept and give value to something that one has considered negative, is very difficult spirtual bench mark to achieve. Accepting the manifold messages of modern art fall into this same spiritual category.
Kent

I missed a great opportuniy to see some more contemporary art in Toulouse, but my back was proving to be a major distraction. I didn't think I could enjoy it so I skipped it and went to see Monique earlier than we had planned. I walked into a panel discussion in which she was one of the speakers. It was cool to see her doing a professional thing.