The design was better than the art at this fair, but it was still worth the trip for conversations with strangers and watching fashionable people walk by. I stumbled upon a few gems. There were Meghann Riepenhoff's cyanotypes (see detail photo), a couple 2-D Nevelsons, Noguchis, Sugimotos, Eggleston, Martin Puryear and best of all, a whole collection of Romare Beardens. I had a fun conversation with the man ahead of me in line, about his purple outfit with a butcher's skirt, vintage, by a European designer whose name I can't remember. His date/partner in the khaki pants seemed annoyed that I was so interested in the purple outfit, but his khaki outfit wasn't inspiring. Towards the end I met Philip, who took his film cameras out of his bag and wanted to share his experiences with Zeiss Ikons and Brownie Hawkeyes, plus the attributes of the cameras he had on hand.
I come to Paris to be reminded that art and love are one and the same. Both are driven by a desire for wholeness, creativity, truth, surprise. At the Centre Pompidou, I saw a Balthus that was just donated to the museum. I haven't seen a reproduction of it anywhere and, standing there, I felt that coming all the way to Paris was worth it just to see this one painting. A new Balthus at the Pompidou, Paris Art, like love, sometimes involves transgression. Balthus said, " I want to proclaim in broad daylight, with sincerity and feeling, all the throbbing tragedy of a drama of the flesh, proclaim vociferously, the deep-rooted laws of instinct." I learned to love Balthus as a student in Wayne Thiebaud's painting class in college. From the perspective of the painter looking at a Balthus, one quickly sees past the erotic elements and is struck by his masterful technique, a method based on years spent on one painting, using paints hand mixed each morning by his wife,...