Récit étrange par Hu Fan, curator, galeriste pékinois, écrivain et critique d’art, d’un vernissage d’exposition réel ou imaginé, dans la Maison Wittgenstein à Vienne, devenu Institut culturel de la Bulgarie :
«After being in Vienna for over two months, I paid a visit to the Wittgenstein House.
At the side of the street, I saw the familiar shape of the building I had seen numerous times in photographs. Its narrow windows were particularly eye-catching, and its outlines seemed alarmingly clean as it stood in the twilight.
I approached the building and noticed a huge and noisy crowd already at the entrance. They were huddled around the front lobby, their hands clutching champagne glasses as they greeted and chattered incessantly with one another. Against the vertical iron grills of the door and windows, the whole scene looked a little like it was set in the common area of a prison. I opened the door and my ears were assaulted by the buzzing conversations; I deliberately let my touch linger on the legendary solid and unyielding stainless steel doorknobs, and felt its cold calmness.
Pendant ce temps, Ai Weiwei > http://jlggb.net/blog2/?p=4770