Saturday, July 31, 2010
Wisteria blossom and rust, Rue Saint Sabin, 11eme
Change is coming here to the magic Kingdom. We are not sure of the future, this perfect place suddenly seems so fragile.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Friday, July 16, 2010
Lucien Freud, Pompideu Centre 3eme
Today I went to the Freud exhibition at Pompideu.
It was the last 3 days , a reprieve, I forced myself, i knew it would haunt my for years if i missed another giant passing.
I knew Freud. When we were young painters in the riding#, on the noble Barnsley College of Art Foundation Course , to paint as Freud was the only logical conclusion. We too ordained paint as flesh. Without exaggeration there was nothing else. An artist for the proletariat, three years out of the great Miners strike.
And face to face , i was struck by what an egalitarian artist he really is, no hip concept, no zeitgiest, just paint and a room, repeat. Anybody can have that. You have no excuse. Nobody is keeping you down.
Disturbed me as i knew it would. I was hiding from it. To see a mans singular unwavering vision for half a century, the weight of such a body of work. Only an idiot would not question himself, what have i been doing with my life.
A MAN A ROOM A LIGHT AND PAINT! so simple.
What did you do today?
#Since Viking rule, Yorkshire has had three ridings,[3][4][5] North, West and East
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Bastille Day, Chez Marc, Rue Saint Sabin 11eme
The sky was black today.
Fighter planes roared over the city.
Today was Bastille day, the grand celebration.
The storm broke after the military parade, wild torrential rains killing people in the provinces. I ran to Jardin des plantes, over an empty bridge, no one on the streets but tanks and soldiers, and the sky was black, this is what the end will look like.
Tuesday, July 06, 2010
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