FRIGHTENINGLY POP
I was very happy to be off to see an exhibition with Jerome and Laurent. Then there would be dinner and lots of chatter about their recent trip to Thailand. Their photographs were breathtaking....but today it was a very different cup of tea. We were following up and exhibition «HEY Part l» with «HEY Part ll». Laurent and I had seen the first round and neither of us were convinced. In fact it had been «we’ll never go to the Halle Saint Pierre again» reaction. Then a friend who had been and who is very traditional in his tastes convinced me that it was worthwhile seeing. Cold, freezing off we went to Montmartre at the steps of Sacré Coeur.
The exhibition is entitled «HEY! Part ll Modern Art and Pop Culture» . Definitely pop culture and a lot of rather macabre «art brut» but not modern art after my definition of such. Another exhibition site where photos were strictly forbidden and I for one was not taken the chance as am always caught. But Jerome did and at dinner time he showed me all that you are about to see.
This is an exhibition which is a noise or bursts of individual and collective voices that art in any form has ignored for a lont time. It’s underground art linking artists together from America and some from Europe but not too many who may have met and yet have the same affinities and are intuitive in their work. It’s frightening in a way. You have nothing to cling on to and very little to relate to. Sometimes you say «but I’ve already seen that somewhere....» and then when you look again, you are not too sure.
Unfortunately I cannot give the artists’ names nor the titles but they are deformations of existing codes and speak for themselves whether you like it or not.
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The exhibition is entitled «HEY! Part ll Modern Art and Pop Culture» . Definitely pop culture and a lot of rather macabre «art brut» but not modern art after my definition of such. Another exhibition site where photos were strictly forbidden and I for one was not taken the chance as am always caught. But Jerome did and at dinner time he showed me all that you are about to see.
This is an exhibition which is a noise or bursts of individual and collective voices that art in any form has ignored for a lont time. It’s underground art linking artists together from America and some from Europe but not too many who may have met and yet have the same affinities and are intuitive in their work. It’s frightening in a way. You have nothing to cling on to and very little to relate to. Sometimes you say «but I’ve already seen that somewhere....» and then when you look again, you are not too sure.
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Unfortunately I cannot give the artists’ names nor the titles but they are deformations of existing codes and speak for themselves whether you like it or not.
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