or how to let the imagination build the image I can have of reality.
When I look at these paintings, I think of the deep colours that relax me there, in front of me, in these small-format paintings, but also of the tests that have used all these abstract or even cubic forms.
I tell myself that I can see what I want in these tests as in any painting, according to my history, my mood and how I feel when I think about it.
As a mirror of art history where I can believe that there is no history, no before and no continuity, I can also tell myself that I can interpret everything because everything seems interpretable.
Is that true?
Not so sure.
There is my feeling and the history of the artist, his teaching and our time.
What I like about #sebastianblack is to simply put on a plastic form the questioning I see and which, of course, only involves my point of view 😉
Is everything really relative today? Or are things linked and connected in this way between them and between us do they make sense? A meaning that gives me perspective on my time, on my life choices and especially on my possible certainties in this world.
When I walk around here, like nothing, from one painting to another, among a few drawings and these canvases rounded in their lines, almost feminine and therefore terribly sensitive, that’s what I think of…
I hope you like Sebastian’s work too?
Edited Video from the exhibition to follow on my IGTV @borisgarreau on Instagram
What would these dwellings look like? If the colours give indications about my emotions, I certainly like to use colours to describe them, what would be the colours that the inhabitants of these houses choose?
Would they choose to give emotions, their emotions, to the walls that protect them from the weather of everyday life or would they choose, out of modesty or discretion, to keep neutral tones like those of neighbourhoods outside London where I spent many holidays studying English when I was a teenager?
Today, I only know the centre of this city, yesterday I was always lost when I returned to my host family.
All the houses were similar. I thought it was crazy that everyone thought it was normal ^^ aha
In those moments, I would have liked to be an architect and not only think about bringing Nature into houses or rather houses into their natural environment as one of the most beautiful trends suggests.
I would also have liked to have done more than just think about my relationship with the other person, even if it is important, in the functioning and distribution of the living rooms (funny because when I wrote just now, I was wrong, I had noted “traps” to “rooms”… Room and trap are almost identical words in French).
I would like to bring more emotions into and out of these houses and let the positive moods and the creative impulses that we all carry within us breathe.
I believe everyone carries it.
Emotions always have a story to me, a story that often lasts as long as there are foundations left between us.
My memories are like the stones, removable, colorful and changing too, that build my inner universe.
I would like to build more places with emotions and differences much more than with stones without distinction. I imagine a city with houses whose tones would make the landscape shine like a contemporary painting.
There would also be black like Soulages’, white, materials from the surrounding soil, natural pigments and then thousands of different compositions.
Every new resident could also repaint their new home, brick by brick…
Emotions allow me to transmit so much, to protect myself and to tell things to others by taking healthy risks.
I like to feel, see and touch this world around me. I would rather have emotions in all these places that are also a part of us.
『•』 Like a library of colors… 🖍️
The color red is still invisible on this post but you will soon see it, it is one of the new and many ways of this artist that I saw here…
I passed this morning to the studio of #akikuroda and my eyes opened wide when I discovered this large space with canvases twice as high and wide as me 😅 and all these arrangements or canvases and sculptures make my eye bubble as an art amateur and collector.
I have seen well-known works, such as his self-portraits in Minotaur, and others that are more confidential.
I fell in love with rabbits: Light, fun and sharply drawn. I had the impression that each of them would come out of their painting ✨
This gesture, this momentum is exactly what I feel when I am with Aki. At 75 years old, it is inspiring to see an artist who is so dynamic and who constantly challenges his art to improve it. Look at his Instagram and tell me what you like best! 🙂
Between Paris and Kyoto – a city where nature is present everywhere – Aki literally observes the sky.
His gaze plunges into the universe to the point of having participated in several collaborations with scientists who probe the infinite above our heads.
I like this search for scope because for me observing distant space means a willingness to discover, a mixture of curiosity and pragmatism.
To find things, you have to think about them but also act.
It also means for me a deep reflection on myself, on my inner self, as a journey to the unknown that allows me to discover who I am or who I could be.
A comfortable trip soothes me, it is often short. A distant and inner journey gives me the opportunity to see further around me, to take the time to think about my relationship with the other and certainly to surpass myself in my only life on earth.
Aki works on his paintings sometimes over more than 10 years, he starts, puts several layers, looks for the intensity that you can see here and then lets the painting – and his mind – rest;) – sometimes for a long time.
I saw sculptures that had been made as part of Opera set design projects.
For the performances, you will soon be able to follow on the internet and on the artist’s website, the upcoming performance at La Rochelle or Aki will be filmed by 3 cameras for 5 days.
Yoyo, we thought of you and all the incredible work you do around Aki’s work. Well done. It was a nice visit that we had planned months ago aha it was time to see each other again:)
See you soon! 😘🔹🔸🔹
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at the Cartier Foundation during the preview press.
This art place is a glass case on several floors created by #jeannouvel and set between the arms of an almost wild greenery – in which are scattered beautiful and discreet contemporary sculptures – that makes me completely forget that I am in town.
I’m disconnecting… and almost forgot my laptop – part of my current life 😅 – on one of the garden tables. OMG !!
When I am there, I feel like I am lifting the lid that I sometimes feel above Paris and breathing like when I do my morning yoga. With deep and long exhalations.
Nature and art are outside and… inside.
When I read the title #nouslesarbres #wethetrees I imagined the cartoons I watched as a child in which they came to life and talked to us, with Wisdom, about the things of life.
Reading one of the explanations that tells us about the exhibition, I learn that the first known fossil forest dates back 385 million years and we humans have only existed for 300,000 years.
I also think that despite all the constraints we impose on Nature – there is a video that touched me a lot about deforestation due to agriculture and cattle breeding – it was there long before us and that it will (in what form, we’ll might see) certainly be there long after us.
I see the corruption of things as a process in formation and as the sailor who sometimes lives in me, I am not sure that we will succeed – even unconsciously – in defeating life on Earth.
I think more so that it is our own human life that we are actually putting at risk… I also really liked all the details provided by the curators of the exhibition. Like a jungle, the subject around the trees is vast and dense and I appreciated the landmarks and explanations of the staff present.
I learned so much from Stefano Mancuso about the new fields of investigation of plant neurobiology concerning plant intelligence.
I knew the shamans and the link that these descendants of healers through plants continue to transmit, sometimes with spiritual notions.
I discovered today that trees do not have a brain, and therefore no pyramidal organization like us, but that they constantly communicate – as a network – with each other to protect themselves from their environment.
When a tree detects an intrusion (viruses, dangerous insects…) defences can be put in place and when it reacts quickly and effectively, it transmits to its species its “experience”…Crazy!
What do you think about that?
The exhibition starts tomorrow. Parisians and travellers, it IS a good move to do & see.
On leaving this place, I observe
Under the sun, the walls of the building, which are actually glass surfaces. They shine like mirrors while letting my gaze pass through the spaces from whatever angle I am.
In a few seconds, I’ll be in town. Already.
See you soon! 🔸🔹🔸
This painting style or how to free myself, in my opinion, from impressionistic and modern visual habits… with all these colours which sometimes extinguishes my field of vision and makes my head turn – even if I must admit that I like wasting my bearings in space to fully enjoy every moment present ✨-
Soulages : Black and painting. Like when I open my eyes at night and I’m not at home, on holiday for example, not necessarily at someone else’s house 😅 aha, I have this feeling of being slightly disoriented.
Never lost 🔥 – I have a good sense of direction 😉 – but as between the world of sleep and that of a traveller who would no longer know where he is, for a short moment.
First of all, I can’t see anything. My eyes open several times gently. Then, I distinguish shapes and finally, lines of scraps of diffuse then brighter light.
They cling discreetly and underline with a certain torpor the reliefs, and especially the objects, of the place around me.
Naturally, I am looking for landmarks and therefore a meaning to my presence in this place.
Space slowly comes to life and answers come to my mind. I remember.
The light guides my gaze, towards the other near me or towards this object just a few meters away, and gives a real depth, sensitive and even outright physical, to what I feel.
I then feel well or totally helpless. I now know where I am and whether it is good to be there again…
The light always reassures me. Like a lighthouse – I would have liked to see the one in Alexandria – or a friend when I am alone at sea in a dense night heckled by the waves of storms and the unexpected.
I learned from a scientific friend that there is no such thing as cold, that what we call cold is actually an absence of heat.
With Soulages, I tell myself that maybe there is no darkness either, that it is just a lack of light.
In this painting where until recently I saw nothing, I also see today landmarks in my questions about things that still seem inaccessible to me. I’m looking for the light. Everywhere.
Whether in art history – I was already used to deciphering the themes of abstraction – or on more existential subjects. Soulages makes me understand that there are always elements of answers to discover.
The darkness, like every enigma that an unexpected event in my life poses to me, reveals other paths to follow.
For the first time, with this painting, I liked the black. You’ll never see me in black, I prefer navy blue, out of habit…
Now I want to go to Rodez, in his museum, to learn even more…
See you later ;)🔹🔸🔹
Even though #nikkidesaintphalle disappeared in 2002, it is impossible to forget her “Nanas”, these imposing and colourful women whose composition and materials remind me every time of #gaudi ‘s works.
This enormous representation of women has kept me away from her work for a long time.
My caution about overbidding things or words and militancy that may only be in fashion for a moment always makes me go backwards.
I love women and I also love the dialogues we have together…
Much more than the scales we can sometimes set up, without really or sincerely realizing it, so that one or the other reaches one more level… or one less level…
I prefer that we consider, as often as possible and if possible, things in a vision with one AND the other.
After performances to unleash colour with the rifle 😅 – performances were already a very popular phenomenon in the early 60s, I already talked about them on Instagram with those of #georgesmathieu – Nikki started developing parks full of sculptures with her accomplice #tinguely …Here, a bird escapes.
Do you know where it comes from ?;) From where ?
I gradually learned to understand Nikki’s work and research by taking an interest in her life as a privileged socialite woman – a phenomenon of a woman who plays several roles that I also mentioned in a previous post on #jackiekennedy – and then as an international model who became a real artist after a period of profound existential questioning.
Perhaps after also the acceptance of a adolescence where something has definitely broken in her imagination and her female body :/
For me, she represents an image of women in transition in a world whose values were changing – fortunately – rapidly.
As an artist, I find in her the vital vigour that I love very much in her contemporary artist #yvesklein
She is also an artist whose emergence and continuity in a relentless work and with the willingness to share have undoubtedly inspired me to do this post.
I hope this will make you want to learn more about her… There’s no way you won’t see one of his works one day ! 😄
Staged through the creation of remains of places that will never be inhabited: an art gallery, the desert and imagination.
Mickael Heizer digs, lifts and organizes and raises incredible masses of earth, sand and monumental sculptures in the middle of the American desert, a stone’s throw from Area 51 👽
With his father, he was a teenager wandering through ruins in Latin America in the jungle.
Like other artists, Mickaël wonders, in my opinion, about what our civilization will leave behind.
What will be our brands on earth in such an uncertain future from the point of view of our natural environment and our relationship with others ?
How will archaeologists of future generations look at it ? Perhaps they will judge us less than we do…
Michael’s research in this video begins at the dawn of the domestic nuclear age, at a time when anti-nuclear refuges are being dug. Then continues, for me, as an image that reminds me of the portraits of these American presidents on a mountain…
I wonder if the models (patterns for whom, for what culture ?) and the walls built around us and between us, under the pretext that they were longer (or worse, that they protect us…) are more important than leaving memories of ties and dialogues behind us ?
I prefer more than stones – even if sponsorship and heritage are also part of my family DNA – and portraits, all if our stories, voices, songs and dances – of course 😉 – also when it comes to remembering who was the one before me and especially how he thought, acted, had fun, what her/his values were…
I can draw all this, it is a trace…
But what I did may also be found, I hope, in another language, through oral transmission.
With digital technology, the urgency of earning a living or simply maintaining a standard of living and the race for immediate experiences, I no longer hear the sound of this oral transmission.
Looking at things and reading give very contemporary visual cues. Sûre.
But I also believe deeply in the time I take to listen, share and transmit emotions in the direct connection throught a community process here & IRL.
Perhaps this is one of the reasons for the success of podcasts today far than just “i can listen it my car” ?
Will the marks I see here on this post, in this gallery or in the desert, well organized and as vast as the field of my will as a man determined to survive and who conquered the earth and the Moon and soon Mars be the true witness of a man’s life or just the fruit of my wildest desires.
..in a world where these desires also have a responsibility in some of the greatest inequalities…
I like the greatness of Michael’s work at Gagosian here. When I came into contact with it, I felt feelings of space and control over the time I sometimes feel in front of the Eiffel Tower, which I also had forgotten since Angkor too in Cambodia.
I find it hard to believe that men finance this work and make the desert, where everything disappears one day – animals, rivers and on the other hemisphere side of the Hittites and Egyptians – a place of creation as in Nazca.
It’s also something I love in the human being, no crazy project stops us when the heart and will animate a story to tell…
With art, from time to time, words are insufficient, you have to see and feel it on contact with it.
I love this art place, in this airport 😙
The video, finally edited, was shot in February 2019 and the exhibition has just ended on July 6🔸🔹🔸
The video is on my Instagram IGTV
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