A Day in February

‘De moderniteit hield de wereld een spiegel voor en maakte haar tot beeld. De postmoderniteit transformeert de spiegel tot een caleidoscoop die een oneindig aantal wereld-beelden voortbrengt’ (De Mul, p165)

Last Saturday, St Valentine's day, we drove across the Spanish country side for six hours to arrive in Madrid a noon. We walked around the city, soaked up the cold air and city buzz. We visited the Reina Sofia and saw a temporary exhibition on Carl Einstein. We talked about the meaning of Cubism, is it a destruction of reality or of the representation of reality? What questions does it pose? How do we see the world around us and express this? A snooze, shower, meal at Blondies in the posh Salamanca area followed: love, warm and happy.

On Sunday we went to the El Rastro flee market and walked past the house we used to live in. We bought an antique lamp for €50 and drank Vermut in the Radio bar (the place is filled with antique retro radio's).

The picture was taken another time. The world didn't seem that great that time.

Ps. I haven't seen Marienbad, but I would like to after reading it in comparison with the computer game Myst. Jos de Mul's compares the nouvelle vage film with a computergame to set out the simalarities of the destruction of the narrative. In Myst there are several stories possible and you make in that sense your own story, based on how you interpretation. Wasn't that the aim of the avantgarde film Mariendbad? To refrain from the story and let the audience construct their own narrative...computer games appeal to a large (comercial) audience, but the film only to a small elite audience. I find that an interesting given.