A NeverEnding Story...

and so it all ends today...

It's the last day of the Biennale. Everything will be torn down and gradually forgotten. "What a shame." D said aloud. They were standing in front of a large wall - faces of distinctly Japanese-looking women gazing adoringly ahead..at them.
"Hi everybody! How are youuuu? I love youuuu!" Flan screamed into the microphone, Ayumi style.
The reply is the same for all who stands behind the microphone - screams of half-crazed, possessive joy exploded from the speakers. "I am a star!" cried Flan. "For one second!"

They spent the next hour walking through the art pieces (literally) before they were informed to leave the place as the exhibition was closing for a private party - no matter that they were invited to the party they must still vacate the area.

Flan could not help but feel a strange sense of loss and relief at the same time. When it first started, everyone was talking about when it would all be ending. The questions would always be - "so when will this biennale be till?" "when is the last day again?" "oh, you mean it's ending this week?" Her friends have waited too long to take time off, and now it's too late. They will have to wait for the next one, two years later. At least there will be another one!

"Hi guys! Thanks for coming today. We are very happy to ...." a familiar voice greeted everyone. Flan and D took in the sight - balloons were tied to each pillars, chairs of all sorts scattered about the yard, a projector hidden in a mini-car was playing a slideshow (and no one was watching!) and two long rows of food lined the stage. A satay man was busy fanning his pit and dishing out satay. The party is underway!

As Flan was making her way back to her seat, she saw a familiar face. The Japanese artist! He caught her look and waved at her. "Hello! Nice to meet you! How are you?" He gushed, extending his hand. Flan was so surprised he remembered her, she grinned brightly and shifted her drinks to one hand.
"Great! Everything is fine. How are you? So, how is everything?" Flan didn't know what she was saying. She was caught by surprise. A nice surprise.
He told her that he was here to take down his art work from the buildings, and spoke briefly about his next project. Stubbing his cigarette on his shoe, he took out his namecard, and gave it to Flan. "I will! It's been great knowing you. Yup, I will see you around!"

Flan looked at the name, "Takafumi O Hara"; it even showed a picture of his art piece for this biennale! She did not return to bid farewell to the tall, Japanese artist but she did keep the namecard in her folder.

posted by Flaneur @ 7:24 AM