Double hommage to Ana M.
Today the Ana Mendieta show was attended by few, mostly women,
alone and in pairs, walking and watching,
silently.
In the third room, in the dark between three projections,
a visitor lies stretched out on her back on the museum bench. Sandals with red straps and rhinestones, black top, black shorts. She fills out the length and width of the bench almost exactly, perfectly.
I stand with her for a while and type into my phone:
I am interested in
the universe
in this time and
in this place.