Archive for the ‘Louvre’ Category

Off the Wall

03/07/2007

“Where Do We Come From?”
We come from far away.
“What Are We?”
We are tourists, come to Boston’s Museum of Fine Arts to see the above masterpiece by Paul Gauguin.
“Where Are We Going?”
We’re going to Chicago because dang it all, it’s on loan there through May 12th as part of the fabulous exhibition “From Cezanne to Picasso, Ambroise Vollard, Patron of the Avant-Garde.

Sheesh! As if Mona
tired of mystery, and left the Louvre;

Adele
finally figured out what she wanted, and asked for privacy in her own parlor, away from the masses at New York’s Neue Galerie;

or Aristotle tired of just hanging out with Homer and contemplating,

so he left the Met to pawn his chain and have some fun,

or
‘La Grande Jatte’ at the Art Institute of Chicago, well, what if it just took a Sunday afternoon off?

If I traveled to see any of those paintings and they weren’t where they’re expected to be, I’d be upset. I’m amazed Boston lent the Gauguin for such a long period of time. Wonder what they’ll get in return? So make sure you see, when and where you can, the great “D’ou venons.”

That’s the “nickname” of the painting, it’s title in French, shortened. Curators who spend a lot of time with it call it that.

The “D’ouvenons.” Does it sound like the name of a fancy new condo building?

Before you go see the painting,
read this

“All this is set in a paradise of tropical beauty: the Tahiti of sunlight, freedom, and color that Gauguin left everything to find. A little river runs through the woods, and behind it is a great slash of brilliant blue sea, with the misty mountains of another island rising beyond Gauguin wanted to make it absolutely clear that this picture was his testament. He seems to have concocted a story that, being ill and unappreciated (that part was true enough), he determined on suicide – the great refusal. He wrote to a friend, describing his journey into the mountains with arsenic. Then he found himself still alive, and returned to paint more masterworks. It is sad that so great an artist felt he needed to manufacture a ploy to get people to appreciate his work. I wish he could see us now, looking with awe at this supreme painting.”

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02/05/2007

A girl’s best friend.

No I’m not in Egypt, or even Paris, and no I’m not with my arms around a lover. But where I am I did stumble on this article on the night lights of Paris.

Money grafs:

And there are even two separate “schools” when it comes to the science (or is it art?) of lighting the city’s public buildings. There is the Paris school, a holistic approach that bathes a structure in a warm, even glow. The Conciergerie, the one-time medieval prison on the Île de la Cité, and Palais Garnier, the extravagant 19th-century opera house, are lighted this way.

Then there is the Lyon school, a pointillist approach that uses small spotlights to highlight the elaborate decorations and details of buildings for more drama. The balconies and niches of the Hôtel de Ville, Paris’s City Hall, and the Pont Alexandre-III, with its candelabras, cupids, sea monsters and other elaborate decorations, are lighted in the Lyon style.

Which do you prefer? I love the Paris school. The golden orange light, like liquid stone, seems to begin as spirit, white light, in the pure heart and core of the building, then as it passes through the stone it takes on a golden orange hue with which it penetrates us.

The Lyon school is more dramatic, more immediate satisfaction.

Que pensez-vous? What do you think?

And in the states we tend to throw light onto the buildings, rather than figuring out how to light them from the inside out. We’re getting better though. The arches on the facades of Chicago’s Art Institute are now beautifully lit. Paris school – style.

And of course modern, glass buildings get designed with lights, often colorful LEDs, inside the walls, the floors etc.
Helmut Jahn, Potsdamer Platz, Berlin. Crystalline.

And see how Pei’s pyramid – reflected in the water – confirms it…


How does Marilyn sing it?….

“The French were bred to die for love…. “

-Edouard

02/05/2007

A girl’s best friend.

No I’m not in Egypt, or even Paris, and no I’m not with my arms around a lover. But where I am I did stumble on this article on the night lights of Paris.

Money grafs:

And there are even two separate “schools” when it comes to the science (or is it art?) of lighting the city’s public buildings. There is the Paris school, a holistic approach that bathes a structure in a warm, even glow. The Conciergerie, the one-time medieval prison on the Île de la Cité, and Palais Garnier, the extravagant 19th-century opera house, are lighted this way.

Then there is the Lyon school, a pointillist approach that uses small spotlights to highlight the elaborate decorations and details of buildings for more drama. The balconies and niches of the Hôtel de Ville, Paris’s City Hall, and the Pont Alexandre-III, with its candelabras, cupids, sea monsters and other elaborate decorations, are lighted in the Lyon style.

Which do you prefer? I love the Paris school. The golden orange light, like liquid stone, seems to begin as spirit, white light, in the pure heart and core of the building, then as it passes through the stone it takes on a golden orange hue with which it penetrates us.

The Lyon school is more dramatic, more immediate satisfaction.

Que pensez-vous? What do you think?

And in the states we tend to throw light onto the buildings, rather than figuring out how to light them from the inside out. We’re getting better though. The arches on the facades of Chicago’s Art Institute are now beautifully lit. Paris school – style.

And of course modern, glass buildings get designed with lights, often colorful LEDs, inside the walls, the floors etc.
Helmut Jahn, Potsdamer Platz, Berlin. Crystalline.

And see how Pei’s pyramid – reflected in the water – confirms it…


How does Marilyn sing it?….

“The French were bred to die for love…. “

-Edouard