Thomas Hirschorne at the Swiss Cultural Centre
This photograph by Romain Lopez was reproduced in the NYT. As soon as I can dig through the amieo archive I'll find the photo that was taken of me with Mr. H. at his vernissage. A young artist I met that evening introduced us after taking the time to explain the differences between Swiss and Swedish art and artists. It was quite an evening.
I found the Swiss-Swiss Democracy installation to be an epiphany on many levels. It was a wake up call for me, an aesthete. As I've allowed myself to be enveloped in the beauty of Paris and the art here I've had blinders on to just about everything else. Beauty isn't everything and it certainly isn't enough... but it can be powerfully seductive when the realities of contemporary life are so hard for so many.
This vernissage brought me to tears with scenes of American soldiers interogating Iraqi mothers. The play, performed in French, was funny and compelling - oh, my French really stinks! Hirschorne is definitly one of the most relevant artists working today. My dream team? Hirschorne, Kentridge and Kiefer. If Kentridge lived in Paris it would be so much better - but at least he's had work at Marion Goodman's this season. I feel so lucky to have been in Paris during an era when these significant exhibitions have been up... a belle epoche for moi.
I found the Swiss-Swiss Democracy installation to be an epiphany on many levels. It was a wake up call for me, an aesthete. As I've allowed myself to be enveloped in the beauty of Paris and the art here I've had blinders on to just about everything else. Beauty isn't everything and it certainly isn't enough... but it can be powerfully seductive when the realities of contemporary life are so hard for so many.
This vernissage brought me to tears with scenes of American soldiers interogating Iraqi mothers. The play, performed in French, was funny and compelling - oh, my French really stinks! Hirschorne is definitly one of the most relevant artists working today. My dream team? Hirschorne, Kentridge and Kiefer. If Kentridge lived in Paris it would be so much better - but at least he's had work at Marion Goodman's this season. I feel so lucky to have been in Paris during an era when these significant exhibitions have been up... a belle epoche for moi.
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