One of today’s main movies showing in Cannes is the French Movie - The Artist, a story which takes place in Hollywood between 1927 and 1931 and focuses on a declining male film star and a rising female actress. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Artist_(film) and so far from the reviews on Twitter is looks like an excellent film.
This started me thinking about Monsieur X comments
‘ you don’t understand art and my work’ and what art actually is?
Wikipedia says
’Art is the product or process of deliberately arranging items (often with symbolic significance) in a way that influences and affects one or more of the senses, emotions, and intellect. It encompasses a diverse range of human activities, creations, and modes of expression, including music, literature, film, photography, sculpture, and paintings.’ So just because I don’t have a paintbrush or an expensive camera doesn’t mean I’m not interested in art i.e music, literature and film.
6 years, 9 months and 14 days since I meet Monsieur X, and I gave him everything. He wanted love, I gave him love. He wanted money, I gave him money. He wanted somewhere to stay, I gave him my bed. He wanted space, I backed off. He wanted to be just good friends, I offered my hand of friendship. He wanted me to visit him, I booked my flights straightaway. When he wanted his ego boosting, a shoulder to cry on or someone to complain too…I was there. I'm still there!
Now ‘we have nothing in common’, before it was opposites attract. I agree we are different, he likes fine foods and fine foods to me means 100% chicken in my nuggets. He reads newspapers, I read glossy magazines and he like art and I don’t understand it (he thinks). Just because I’m part of the real world, and don’t have time to hug trees has I have to go to work to pay my bills doesn’t mean I’m not interested in what I see around me or that I’m a stupid idiot.
During last year’s festival, we went to an art exhibition at the Carlton Hotel I was still tired after my long land journey and didn’t pay to much attention to the art works as he would have liked me too. It was my downfall, my lack of intelligent was what finally made him tell me he felt nothing towards me. My stupidity angered and upset him. I didn’t understand how a few dashes of paint or a few stones hanging off a wall could be called art. He never gave me the chance to tell him what pieces of art I liked - not what I understood- but what I liked. Well Monsieur X here’s my chance to tell you that: I loved the pop art/graffiti pieces, DeCapplle photography and a particular tower made of vintage cameras. Voila!
Now he has found his perfect woman, his soul mate and probably now his fiancee (‘we are more than boyfriend and girlfriend’), an Artist and a very good one at that. I’m not arty, I got an F in Art at school and don’t have an interest in Art History, but I can creative with my words.
So what is art? - can it be more than paint and photos. Well to me art it is, I don’t need a camera or a paintbrush to appreciate art. Art is:
Eric Cantona’s Kung Foo Kick
A stadium of 69,999 and me hanging onto Jon Bon Jovi’s every word.
Jon Bon Jovi
Sunsets with Monsieur X.
Monsieur X singing when ‘happy drunk’
Morning sun shining on the person I love sleeping beside me.
Blue WKD tongue after a good night out.
My favourite football team fan’s singing ever when we are losing.
5.30 on Friday afternoon. (or 9am on Monday if you’re a boss)
Nxvhdosfjosfj- my cat walking over my laptop.
My French teacher’s face when I attempt to speak French.
My face when I attempt to speak French.
The 'butterflies feeling' in my stomach when I walked though arrivals doors to meet Monsieur X
35 women sweating every Monday to try and feel good about themselves or maybe that's just me.
A funny movie that can make me laugh when my life is falling down around me.
Con Air my favourite all-time movie - Cyrus Grissom is a masterpiece.
Comparing French women to English women while waiting for Monsieur X in an Avignon shopping centre one winter.
Fat English people stripping off when there is a little bit of sun.
Watching a film in peace (doesn’t happen often on Orange Wednesdays)
Ibiza - sunsets, beaches, Ibiza Town, Bora Bora even the West End.
Cannes
Chocolat Chaud in Salon de Provence
The French's obsession with bread.
Super-sized food in Orlando.
Pint of Vodka Red Bull in Ibiza’s West End.
New Year’s Day in the French Alps.
Going out with friends I haven’t seen for a long time.
Being 'poked' by my crush.
My cat headbutting my phone out of my hand when I'm tempted to text Monsieur X
A Big Mac looking like a Big Mac.
Quick burgers in France.
The excitement of the people waiting outside the Martinez hotel in Cannes for a smile or a wave from their idols.
My tattoos
My stomach on a ‘flat day’
A man's strong arms.
Sicily by night
Mount Eta in the morning
St Martin.
............I'm sure I can add to this list when I finally calm down.
Dear Monsieur X
Je t’aime! I wish you love and happiness and I hope one day you will remember me and my love for you and you keep in touch.
You are an amazing artist with your camera being your paintbrush. It’s a shame you never believed me and it took your new friends options to make you realize have talented you are.
Good Luck in all that you do.
Lots of Love.
Your friend
xxxxxx
Rant over!!! And breathe!!!!!!
