The Chronicles of The Lost Year (2)

Alert to the Guggenheim museum

The Franck Gehry's work is an absolutly architectural extravaganza, a dizzying splendor. Volume, light, motion, curve, such an organic vessel, intimate as monumental are welcomed to the Guggenheim museum.

Shadows by Warhol

Inconditionnal of the Factory, I am not always a fan of the Warhol's art works, the replica function tends to bore me. However, the Shadows serie is in her right place to the Guggenheim. The principe of this work : untill 102 same size paintings can run along the walls, each one is the negative of the other.

Here, in this expensive space, the Shadows, where the negative reflects the light (or is it the contrary?),works perfectly well. There is nothing to say more, only to be absorbed by the shadows and Warhol pop colors.

After the Gehry uppercut, the Louise Bourgeois's Cells

For the first time, the Guggenheim museum has gathered a great number of the artists's Cells. If you love and know Louise Bourgeois (How can not we love her?) must fell the sting of jealousy pricks you. See many of these Cells in one place is a pure pleasure. Unfortunatly, I can not show it you because it is forbidden to take pictures, unless special dispensation for Warhol.

Maman, 1999 (Guggenheim outside)

With some artists, inevitably, I ask myself the same question : how a blend of materials (iron, fabrics, glass objects, chairs, mirrors, etc.) can also recall deeply the humanity in all its strengths and weaknesses, its attempts for being which print space as the work? How this lifeness material can fit together to sweat the human flesh and the interiority of the living so much?

Sometimes art is a such upheaval that it raises a myriad of emotions, thoughts and feelings. This is not so common. So, while I was turning and turning around these cells, caught up in this strange atmosphere that emanates from the world of Louise Bourgeois, I lost track of time.

Too much wandering into the vast halls of the Guggenheim, I was finally catching up by the urge to sit and drink coffee.

Seeking the exit, I pushed a door and triggered the alarm.

I suddenly felt very alone.