With renewed museum cards in hand, we visited the contemporary art gallery to see Yoko Ono’s lumière de l’aube show.
With less than a year to go before we leave Lyon, we have renewed our annual museum cards for the final time. These cards give us access to six galleries and museums around the city. They are great value and having them provides an extra push to trek to galleries at the weekends.
This Sunday we visited our nearest gallery, Musée d’Art Contemporain de Lyon (MAC). This typically challenging destination was hosting an exhibit by Yoko Ono. For once an artist’s name that I recognised. Being a contemporary gallery, and combined with my lack of recent art knowledge, visiting tends to be a gamble. We have seen some very strange exhibits at MAC. This is not your typical paintings on a wall type of place.
Despite some irksome security theatre, I was allowed to photograph and film freely. The organisers explicitly asked shared content to be tagged with #YokoOnoLyon; so, I have.
Putting together a film without a story is difficult. You have nothing to edit around and nothing to travel through the footage with. What I ended up with is more a memory of our visit, than a gripping short film. Music certainly helps bind it together. In this case the music is Before I Sleep by Muciojad (CC BY-SA 3.0).
Nails in a Conference Table
We enjoyed the exhibit asking us to hammer a nail into a conference table. Others had taken to hammering nails into the walls and anything else they could lodge the nail into. A sign noted that because the gallery refused liability and responsibility for the public’s actions, you were thus free to augment the table.
The halved dining room table and accompanying place settings was surprisingly engaging.
The exhibit was enjoyable. The tone of the first floor was fun and engaging. The last exhibits were somber and dark in tone. We left wondering if that content would have been better on the middle floor. Something to give us time to recover before leaving the gallery.
I did get to go on a tiny slide built into a wall. That was fun.
We had our first hail storm of the season this week.
Spring has arrived in Lyon and with Spring comes the occasional afternoon storm. I hesitated before grabbing my camera and filming this first hailstorm of the season. Storms are not rare so I hesitated trying to decide if this storm justified the effort. The opportunity to practice filming and editing won out, and I am glad it did.
This storm lasted just long enough for me to frantically grab my Zoom H2n audio recorder, put in new batteries, and record a few minutes of rumbling thunder. I have come to love this little recorder. I knew nothing about audio equipment before buying it. My choice was based solely on a couple of hours of research online – and the low price helped. Since then I have discovered how well regarded Zoom recorders are and how versatile this particular model is.
This short film mixes the audio from the camera with an audio track recorded by the Zoom. The result works well. I tried using only the Zoom’s recording but the mismatch between visuals and audio jarred.
We stopped and enjoyed the performance for a few minutes. I filmed what I could of the acrobatics on the library wall. The distance made it difficult to capture much usable footage. After a moment I remembered my Gorilla Pod; I set up and filmed the final shots using the impromptu tripod closer to the building.
Most of the people milling into and out of the big train station did not seem to notice her. It was busy and the building site between the library and station obstructed much of the view. It did not help that anyone stopping in front the train station tends to be approached and overwhelmed by chuggers and others asking for money.
Searching on the library’s web site did not reveal any information about the event; I presume it must have been organised and part of something formal. Do you know? If so, please get in touch.
The trees along Cours Lafayette have been cut down. The view down the street has been dramatically altered.
I have read that the difference between a boulevard and a street in France are the trees. If the street is lined with trees, it typically becomes a boulevard. I am sure this definition is not perfect but it works well enough.
So where does that leave poor Cours Lafayette? The trees along its sides were being felled on Friday. Notices pinned to trees along the street suggest more trees are yet to be cut down.
The approach to public safety is surprising. I suspect a simple, if you think it too dangerous to approach then don’t. A reliance on common sense I would not expect in the UK or Australia. In those countries I imagine one side of the road fenced off and those on foot kept a long distance away.
Regardless, the tree felling looked controlled and no-one around seemed to care. Cars passed and pedestrians watched or wandered on by.
I have learnt that with French strikes, it is better to wait and see before cancelling plans.
With our recent purchase of land in France, our world has become fiendishly busy. The sudden switch from waiting to action has taken our breath away. In a few weeks we will settle back into a routine but for now it feels like a whirlwind is tearing through our schedules.
This morning we confirmed an appointment, booked our hire car, and only then discovered potential train strikes may make our travels impossible. Having gone to some effort to clear our schedules for that appointment, the possibility of re-scheduling and moving the bookings is frustrating.
This is an uncertainly I dislike but have to endure.
A loud red squirrel caught my attention in the park. Camera always on hand, I zoomed in and we watched it nibble away.
You might imagine a squirrel would be quiet and unobtrusive. Yet the squirrels in our local park are pretty loud when they eat. The sound is a regular gnawing chipping like affair.
Saturday’s encounter was not the first time a loud squirrel had caught my attention while it was eating. Maybe it is just one particularly loud squirrel that does this. Maybe the other squirrels shun this poor squirrel for its unchecked eating volume.
We stopped and watched the red squirrel eat its seed or nut for while. When we stopped the squirrel stopped eating. A moment later it resumed eating and stared back us. Runners passed by while we watched and the squirrel did not flinch.
Once again editing this short highlighted how much I have to learn about filming and editing. I need to film with a narrative in mind. Photography rewards capturing a single moment; filming needs context and a story to weave the scenes together. It is going to be a long road to any sense of mastery.
Our local Botanic garden centre has a Christmas Village. Still a shop but a fun outing on a Sunday in December.
It is a simple pleasure. Our local garden centre has always been fun to visit but particularly during December. The centre sells mostly garden items and plants but they also have a pet section, a cafe, and a health food store. It is not too taxing a task to wander the shop floor and take in the sights and sounds.
Our bee eating plant came from this store. Called Botanic, the garden centre is part of a chain of stores across France.
Each December a Christmas Village, of sorts, is constructed within the shop. The village becomes a focal point for Christmas decorations, lights, and plants.