TO SING DANCE AND STEAL.....

TO SING ,DANCE, AND STEAL - Diderot wrote that  very philisophical statement in the 18th century....related of course to Bohemia and that was what this yet again block buster exhibition which opened yesterday in Paris was all about. 

Bohèmes....what immediately comes to mind when you hear, read or say that word???? For me it’s colour, artist, theatre, dance, music, singing....Carmen...temptation, seduction, marginal.... and I could go on. Of course, there is the dramatic, dark  and sad side to Bohemia and that's what it seemed to be. From my point of view this turned out to be one of the most macabre exhibitions I may have seen. Dark, texts which were very difficult to read as printed in grey lettering on light backgrounds....and a lighting which made me feel I was wandering through a funeral parlour  rather than bohemia.

The figure of the Bohemian first appeared in the mid-19th century, between Romanticism and Realism, at a time when the artist’s status was undergoing a profound transformation. A talented young artist no longer sought the protection of some prince or other; he was a solitary genius, impoverished and misunderstood, who anticipated social upheavals. Many of the great heralds of modernity—poets (Baudelaire, Rimbaud, Verlaine…), painters and musicians (Courbet, Van Gogh, Satie, Picasso…) Taken from the official home page....

Gypsies and their mysterious behavious were and are free spirits and wanderers, marginal characters but always colourful. 

This exhibitions shows some 200 works from all over the world and we journey through four centuries and different themes, from da Vinci to Picasso. Otto Mueller (Die Brücke)  and his Tziganes, so criticized by Hitler in the degenerates (1937) end the exhibition.  Not even my beloved Picasso brought a smile to my lips...everything seemed bleak and dark rather than flamboyant and even the life of the cafés in Montmartre which must have been very lively, seemed slow and sad. Perhaps I am the only spectator who will see the exhibition this way. Instead of singing and dancing, I felt like stealing colour from the trees which are changing their clothing for autumn when I came out into the daylight.


Van Dongen - The Gypsy 1911

Van Gogh - Shoes (his so called bohemian shoes) 1886

Courbet - Man with a Pipe -1846

Story Telling

Van Gogh - gypsies camp 1888

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