I sacrifice my body and stomach in particular for my dear wife and family and dutiful readers by eating at every new resto that opens in Paris that sounds worthwhile and my eyeballs for others who have my taste or lack of it, in art.
Today was my day in the Pompidou barrel (see Joke #2045 A) - an experience Colette refuses to share with me, entering as far as the bookstore to flip through the catalogues and say "See you later." I should have listened to her.
The first exhibit I assisted at was the Prix Marcel Duchamp and was a 2-meter long coffin that is described in the handout as having "multiple layers of meaning." Unnnh, hunnh. I guess it was in the tradition of the "Fountain" urinal signed R. Mutt - maybe, probably, surely.
I next ventured into the Gabriel Orozco exhibition which Le Figaro September 6th listed as the top art show of the rentree - I'm sorry, it was another "I don't get it" moment; I must have missed that class.
Finally, up to the top for the show in Galerie 2 of Arman's work that two very sophistocated Manhattan art-types touted me on/to - with translations into English such as "Garbages and Full Up," "The critical Mass & the Object," and "I am born again painter." Jeez, I could have a fourth career doing their translations.
Go? So many negative Wow's I cannot count them.
Hi John...hope all is well! After about 90 mins.....I had to inform my lovely wife Barbara ~ "Honey I have about 10 minutes of my best behaviour left and that I would not be held responsible if I had to endure another minute of the Pompidou!" kev
Posted by: tkb | October 24, 2010 at 07:29 PM