6: Centre Pompidou

Arriving at the Louise Bourgeois exhibit at the modern I suddenly get goose bumps. It was at the very top.
wrong leg, bad father.
On a print: “it is not so much where my motivation comes from but rather how it manages to survive.” 2007.
“Hanging and floating are states of ambivalence and doubt.”

Niki de Saint Phalle:
Le Monstre de Soisy
I watched a Martial Raysse stencil get fatter and fatter.
Woman face.
Cai Guo-Quang.
Bon Voyage: 10,000 collectibles from the airport.
“I am in love with this giant scissor whale.” I say.
Simon Hantai – Peinture, great scribbles up close.
Marc Chagall
Max Ernst: Chimere.
Looking at all these Picasso pieces in Paris my chest gets slightly constricted, I can’t stop flipping the lid off my pen, and have to sit down. This is the first physical reaction to being overwhelmed by art I have ever had. There will be more, but my body feels wired – what are they pumping through the air conditioner?
Femme aux Pigeons is beautiful.
The realization that only seeing pictures or reproductions will never be enough again.
The close up imperfections of Mondrian’s work.
Seeing Georges Braque gives me a strange feeling because I never liked his work, but in this setting…
Staring at Picasso’s Le Guitariste.
All of these Matisse, some horrible some sublime.
Nicolas de Stael.
What is “Les Toits” made of?
and Bernard Requichot’s work reminds me of Charlene’s but was done fifty years ago.