Right now we are in the final stage of readying a 3-tier 5-week show at the Galerie Simoncini in Luxembourg-City. The opening is Friday October 20 at 6 p.m. and we will be conducting performances throughout the weekend.
The exhibition runs from 20 October to 26 November. The address of the Simoncini Gallery is 6, rue Notre Dame, Luxembourg, GD of Luxembourg. Phone: +352 47 55 15. — www.galeriesimoncini.lu
First floor: ACTION PAINTINGS — on 20 October at 6:30 p.m. and on 21 & 22 October at 4 p.m. Paintings created live by Nicole Peyrafitte — “Painting here is an intuitive and physical resultant, a kinesthetic experience” — with Pierre Joris reading from The Book of U / Le livre des cormorans translated by Nicole Peyrafitte & published for the occasion by Editions Simoncini in both a bibliophile & a paperback edition.
Basement: DOMOPOETIC ZONE — An installation by Nicole Peyrafitte of Pierre Joris’ literary universe.
Here you may consult the complete collection of Joris’ books, Peyrafitte’s illustrations & covers for many of these, as well as a range of videos of Joris by Peyrafitte.
2nd floor: RECENT WORKS by Nicole Peyrafitte.
THINGS FALL WHERE THEY LIE / LES CHOSES TOMBENT OU ELLES REPOSENT
THINGS FALL WHERE THEY LIE, a 58-minutes cinéma-vérité documentary feature directed by Nicole Peyrafitte is in its final stages of completion & has already been submitted to various festivals. We will keep you updated and will share a trailer very soon. Meanwhile here is the synopsis:
A filmmaker invites 4 characters for a 5-day visit to Bagnères-de-Luchon, the once-upon-a-time famous and fashionable spa town in the French Pyrenees. The four visitors are Eric Sarner, a poet, translator and broadcaster born in Algeria, now living in Berlin; his wife Katalin Pataki, a Hungarian-born librarian — they met when both lived in Uruguay; and Yuko Otomo, a poet and visual artist born and raised in Japan, who lives in New York with her husband, Brooklyn-born poet, visual artist and jazz critic Steve Dalachinsky. The film follows this group of real-life characters as they are prompted to react to a daily itinerary of (old folklore) events, mysterious (burial) places, excursions, and locals revealing — or not — the connections to the many layers of the town’s and the filmmaker’s history. Can Karl Marx’s grandchild and swing era jazz violinist Michel Warlop meet? Can four languages find each other over lunch and be the talk of the town? Who is buried in what grave? Where did that wedding ring roll? Is he a real shepherd and who is riding on the one (town) horse? What is a better clue: a prehistoric cave or a Spanish border town? Jump on the train and ride that line: Things Fall Where They Lie, and not the other way around.
