6 Billion Others

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I am in Paris and it is colder than London. It is not consoling. Just icy and pretty.

I am here because there was the opening of the project 6 billion Other last night at the Palais Royal or the Grand Palais. It is in the Champs Elysee which is glorious, with all the trees still lit for Christmas including lit drips. I cannot remember which. It is in the Champs Elysee which is glorious, with all the trees still lit for Christmas including lit drips. It looks like Crystal Palace, huge and Victoriana and was filled with yurts filled with technology that allowed the hundreds of people attending the event to watch films of people all over the world talking straight to camera about their beliefs, desires, dreams, fears and so on.

I am featured in the project and I went because I was nervous about what it would be like, particularly as I am crying in the piece and I do not like to be seen to be vulnerable. I wanted to get an idea of my place in the whole thing.

My place in this exhibition is that of one of 40,000 people talking. I do not stand alone. A big phew, ut also I am really proud to be one of them. It is an amazing thing. So beautiful, so huge, so emotive and rare that everyone was sitting watching these pieces for hours, in silence. Sometimes crying, sometimes laughing. Fidgeting when it touched too much of one but compelled to go to another yurt and watch more.

I am so glad I came, I froze and I watched. Absolutely wonderful.

To see the whole project on the web go to