'Pelouse Interdite', Off-site Group Show at 45°31'30.648"N 73°36'52.794"W
, Montreal

I feel the fresh autumn air as I make my way across the schoolyard. I'm the second-last in line-up, and I can hear those ahead of me talking about something strange. Some were distracted by the window during Reading period and I was intrigued. Later, back in the yard, the students gather towards the fence. The seniors were already on lunch break, and they were already standing there, blocking out view of the old wasteland where so many balls were lost. I had to go to the fence. The seniors were already on lunch break, and their bodies against the fence blocked us from seeing the wasteland where so many balls were lost. I decided to walk along the fence to find a good field of vision and ended up in the far corner. There are lots of scary new toys and stuffed fake farmers blocking the way to a cardboard house, but people seem to like it.

I could see the children heading towards the fence. I did not understand and could not see at first glance why they changed and that what they were so interested in was in the open field behind the playground. I knew that the children needed fresh air after a long period of studying Torah, so I announced a longer playtime than usual. That's when I saw the artifacts of one or more people. It seemed there had been an intervention in the abandoned field - I could gather it was an art installation. I had already become interested in art in my early twenties, but I quickly lost any motivation or confidence to pursue it seriously. In short, I couldn't believe it. I was there watching the little Yeleds, but my attention was focused on the cardboard box house; proof of divine action. I had to rethink myself my life. Maybe I shouldn't give all my time to the study of Torah, maybe I should devote my life to art and become its disciple. Maybe I shouldn't have given all my time to the study of Torah, but now I should devote my life to art and become a disciple of this entity that is art.