indiscreet charm of the bourgeoisie

louise bourgeois died today

the guardian obituary ended with a quote from an exhibition of recent works,

My memories are moth eaten….

and thus it becomes an apt epitaph for an ancient artist

but the quote continues,

I have taken my memories into my arms and have soothed them.
Nothing to Remember, 2004 – 2006

and suddenly the quote is more visceral, more louise bourgeois

other works in the same exhibition ballyhoo her indiscreet power,

they are wonderful,

heavy and light

deft and profound

"bourgeois made great work and bad work"

(as that same guardian obituary notes) "she didn't care to choose", to discriminate

She even published her insomniac bedside drawings. (in 2 volumes, 741.944 BOUR )

and why not?

somehow it's hard to think she censored herself,

she was messy and alive and busy, and i can't think of a better description of life