Saturday, 25 October 2014
Duchamp at the Pompidou
Final to the show and to his oeuvre, as he worked on it in secret between 1946 and 1966 and it was only discovered after his death. The notes are rather lovely in their chaos, scribbled on all kind of pieces of paper in all shades of pencil and ink, but then, I am a sucker for writing. The glass itself did not impress me. Size isn't everything and it is, in any event, a reproduction. The original does not move from the US.
Duchamp is (in)famously the man who killed painting with his readymades, most notably Fountain, which isn't here by the way, in case you are going to be disappointed at not seeing a porcelain men's urinal. You can enjoy Bicycle Wheel though.
More than Duchamp, there are masterworks to enjoy from Cranach's Venus hiding in a corner which you might miss along with her very ugly feet, funny I have never noticed those before, to a book of Durer's, to Brancusi, De Chirio, Braque, Matisse and Redon. Probably worth a couple of trips and beats queuing for the newly opened Picasso Museum.