I arrived at Hauser and Wirth, Old Bond Street to see
the late Louise Bourgeois' show with Tracey
Emin. As I entered a mad woman was chuntering to herself about whether I
knew
somebody
upstairs. She pushed me into a corner and started talking about nothing.
Slightly disturbing, she wore white shoes fishnets and a top from Alberta
Ferretti. She took a glass of champagne and without her being aware we all
started talking about her. It somehow matched my sadness as my oldest
girlfriend
lies in hospital with a double masectomy. My friend twenty years ago had
perfect
bosoms. Cancer is so violent.
Back to the show which was interesting and miraculous. Two wonderful women
working together, with a 50 year age gap. I spoke to Jerry, the assistant of
Louise's for many
years. He said he had the idea and prayed it would work. First Louise painted
the image then it was given to Tracey to do what she liked. Tracey drew
people and spoke about the images in a most compelling and dramatic
way. Half away round the room I wanted to burst into tears, it has been
a moving week, and this exhibition woke up all my emotions.
Afterwards dinner was at George and I sat next to two of my favourite
men,
Mark Hix and Stephen Webster. Then round the corner I found my big pal Nicky Haslam.
Tracey made a speech. It finished with "My love for art is the only thing
not to
abandon me"
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