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Paris II

Inside the Paris metro

Day 2.

On day two of our Paris field trip we visited the Picasso museum and the Fondation Vuitton.

Some impressions of the Picasso museum:

The hallway of the museum

A Picasso painting.

A watercolour of musketeers by Picasso. 

A typical cubist painting

The visit was concluded with a drink on the rooftop terrace.

After that we went back to the metro for the next leg of our Tour de Paris.

Small piece of street art at the bottom of a building.

One of the remaining old metro entrances

Our next stop was the Fondation Vuitton. The building was designed by Frank Gehry. It was nearly brand new so I’d never been there before, opposed to the other museums we visited. It looks expensive so it’s probably wiser to change vareers and start making suitcases. Inside there were no handbags, just monumental contemporary art.

The building has an intricate lay-out, resembling a ship or an old airplane. There is a small exhibition about the design and building of this museum inside as well.

If you haven’t seen he Eiffel tower, you haven’t been in Paris

The art collection is spread out over different smaller “galleries” (or rooms if you want).

Monumental kawaii art by Japanese artist Murakami

Another painting by Murakami

More monumental art: a replica of the feet of Michelangelo’s David by an other artist whose name I forgot. The 3D printed kittens are not a replica of a Michelangelo. 

Giant inflatable Felix the cat by yet another artist whose name I forgot.

After this we took the shuttle back via the Champs Elysées and the Arc de Triomphe. Very cliché. Just a quick break near the Centre Pompidou and then it was time to catch the train back home.

Over and done.

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Paris I

Long time no write so update required. RL tasks away from home and events kept interfering, not to mention the sheer  endless stream of GDPR e-mails and phone calls that had to be dealt with.  Apart from those things, there was also an art school ‘field trip’ weekend and the last rush to complete assignments. Next on my list list will be updating the pages of this site.

In the mean time, here are some pictures of our art school ‘field trip’ to Paris a couple weekends ago. No time for shopping, just plenty of museums. We had to travel ultra light so I did not take the camera, and instead used my phone.

Day 1:

Strange rabbity art piece at the entrance of the Paris Nord train station.

The bombastic mausoleum with Napoleon’s tomb. We didn’t go in. 

We had a quick lunch in a park near Napoleon’s tomb. After an airport style security check by armed soldiers we were let into the park. Almost immediately after we sat down on one of the garden benches to eat our packed sandwiches an opportunistic one legged pigeon hopped over. We fed it bread and croissants. Probably not very good for the bird nutritionally speaking, but it seemed happy anyway.

After lunch we visited the Rodin museum and its gardens.

The entrance to the museum

Gates of Hell, quite appropriate description of the museum that day. Hot and crowded.

The man in the mirror

The hallway.

Pardon me but your nails are in my neck.

The head of Anna de Noailles (sculpted one, not her real head, obviously)

Study for John the Baptist

More loose parts of John the Baptist. 

The gardens, view from the rear. (HA HA HA so funny euuaahmmm)

Our next stop was the Orangerie. There are two parts to this museum: two large oval rooms with Monet’s water lilies and regular museum rooms with mostly 19th/20th century paintings by Renoir, Matisse,  etc. Lots of naked women. On the paintings, not in the halls.

We had to cross the Seine to go the the Orangerie.

To give you an idea what the lilies in the oval rooms look like. I somehow managed to crop out the crowds.

This painting by Matisse can also be seen at the Orangerie

Our last stop for the day was the Orsay museum. Staff made a whole fuss about entrance times, security check, rucksacks etc, so in the end we had about 15 minutes for a visit all in all. I only had time to take a quick snap of this Bouguereau painting of Dante and Virgil in Hell on my way out. Here you can see a good example of the saying: “Hell is where my hat is.” In general I do not particularly like Bouguereau’s paintings but this one is a bit more interesting. The picture here says nothing about the size. The painting is huge (281×225 according to Wikipedia).

This concluded out museum visits of day one. Day two is for the next post.

 

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A trail of zombies

The sun. At last. No zombies in this forest.

Oei. Ik heb in weken niets meer gepost. Als er niets te vertellen valt, zwijg je beter. Dat is toch wat ik vaak denk.

Heel veel opgeruimd in het ouderlijk huis. Ook heel veel geschetst in mijn schetsboek maar het is niet de moeite waard om te tonen. Op de academie heb ik de Hals afgewerkt en nu ben ik bezig aan een opgelegd werk waarin ik enorm stink, architectuur en perspectief. Ik ben een vervallen gebouw aan het schilderen en ik wist niet hoe ik er aan moest beginnen en nu weet ik niet hoe ik het moet afwerken. Afgelopen weekend waren we in de Ardennen, het jaarlijkse uitje met vrienden en kennissen (zie boven). Nog nooit zo veel dode Jezussen in een dorp bij elkaar gezien.  En die van het kerkhof waren nog geeneens meegerekend.

Jezus, de originele zombie, nietwaar? Opgestaan uit de dood, zet zijn adepten aan tot het eten van zijn vlees en het drinken van zijn bloed. Mmmm nom nom nom nom, zou onze kat zeggen.

Dus, bij geprek aan professioneel ogend materiaal van mezelf enkele amusante antieke foto’s uit het familiarchief.

SYL.

Dit is onze gang maar dit is niet onze hond.

Deze boze kat lijkt wat op de onze.

Yin en Yang. Expo 58, Brussel.

 

 

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Gaudy, not Gaudí

Last week I read Origin by Dan Brown (see previous post), which takes place in Barcelona. By coincidence I read this novel on Spanish soil, 200 km ‘down the road’. In Origin art plays an important role, especially by Gaudí.

We did have a few spare moments to wander around and ended up in a dark church in a small town. There was a very baroque altar and some paintings in one of the side chapels.  One was particularly ‘interesting’:

At first I thought it was a knight, but now I look at it more closely, this knight has wings and is holding a lance and scales. Is it the archangel Michael, perhaps?

And more importantly, were the monkey Jesus lady and this painting ever alone in the same room?