Voyeurism

OK. Big topic.

Here I just want to say I never ever in my wildest dreams thought I'd have the sensation of being a voyeur in a museum! And yet this is exactly what happened yesterday.

Zooming through the MOMA of the city of Paris I was looking at a painting (which I completely forgot now!) and I had the feeling someone or something was directly to my right shoulder, a shadow... a person? I don't know. A presence. I didn't look at first, just in case it was actually a person. But the sensation persisted and I could no longer contain my curiosity. I looked over my right shoulder and saw a dark blotch-- all the walls in this museum are v v white, so the contrast was enhanced. I couldn't, however, tell exactly what it was.

So I went on "nonchalant mode"... this involves turning in the opposite direction, taking two steps, and then looking back at where my interest lies.

How surprising, then, when I saw... nothing. Just white wall. Could it be? Could Batman have appearedisappeared in those 10seconds? Hardly likely, alas.

So I went back to where I was and looked to my right.

In an alcove, there it was. A sculpture someone forgot to put away in the storage room. No title, no name. No sculptor, no date. Hidden by accident. "Living". The philosophical "tree in the woods". I was there though, I "heard" it fall. I "heard" it breathe.

I loved looking at it. And no one saw me doing it, not even It.