Exterior my window I heard a person repeatedly shouting, “The ball! The ball!” Contemplating the affectless tone by which he shouted, I puzzled what sort of ball he was shouting about. He didn’t appear pissed off, as if making an attempt to get somebody to cross him “the ball” nor did he appear significantly jovial, as if he was going to “the ball” later that night. I occurred to be portray a circle on the similar time he was shouting, a serendipitous aid contemplating a vampiric machine now has my concepts earlier than I do. My portray was beginning to form up. Shadows will do this to a circle. Was the person shouting about this ball?
Just a few days handed and I’m obsessively interested by all prospects of what the ball may very well be. I think about that this prepare of thought could be become a textual content for this present however I concern I’m on a slippery slope of synchronicity changing into that means changing into insanity. But right here it’s. I’m electrified once I obtain a picture of a ball in an e-mail from the gallery. Immediate dialysis for a mind stuffed with plastic. I don’t know what to do with this third coincidence. I can hear the person’s voice once more, nonetheless and stoic as if to say the calming phrase, “there, there,” the ball is there. Immediately I really feel the large ball beneath our ft, which encompasses all prospects of what “the ball” may very well be.
Just a few weeks handed and the mud that falls on LA is shimmering. I’ve inhaled entire homes. My portray of the ball has turn into a tablet pill, I study that the ball within the e-mail isn’t stuffed with air as I had thought, and now I’m not certain what the person was really shouting or if he ever stopped. Understanding all of it to be simply as significant as it’s meaningless, I’m right here stan- ding within the afterimage of 1 huge coincidence, seeing issues which might be “there, there” or “là, là” la, la, la-ing whereas pushing paint round till one other one reveals up. I consider this present like that.
—Alexandra Noel
at Crèvecœur, Paris
till Could 3, 2025
