Buried Treasure In Your Face
Unseen Stories Are All Around Us
Je ne cherche pas, je trouve - Pablo Picasso
Lounging on the street is a forgotten art. I remember the movie set where my instructions were to hang around the corner and watch the world go by – like it was second nature to just stand there and observe, the director instructed. Eventually he came up with things for me to do like chasing ladies down the street but I preferred watching. It required more acting skill. Up against the wall of a supermarket at the edge of Belleville, I realized I had company, a clan of Asian men passing a late winter afternoon getting a bit of sun and an eyeful of the world. Emigrants, the whole lot of us and we tend to have time on our hands. I listened in.