Modern Art, as was

SO MUCH FOR ALL THAT OLD CRAP IN THE LOUVRE. Today was all about the hip, up to the minute. So we ignored yet again the siren calls of the metro and walked up to the Centre Pompidou, stopping only for a cappucino avec soja as we waited for 11.00 to arrive.




It started to rain so it was a good day to be inside.




The escalators are on the outside of a building slightly higher than its surrounds, so you get good views of Paris.








First we looked at theModern Art collection from 1905 to 1960.




I liked this painting by Mikhail Larionov. It is described as half way between Cubism and Primitivism, or mid-way between paracetamol and ibuprofen.




Here are two Picasso pieces -- a painting of a goat and a girl, and a sculpture of a skipping girl.




These are a sequence of four sculptures, done by Matisse over a number of years, showing his progression from Realism to Cubism (or possibly his dwindling attention as the years progressed).




This is a Chagall called Wedding near the Eiffel tower. Perhaps Hugh Grant donated it, once he and Julia saw how destructive young children can be.




We stopped for a break about 2.00 and had an expensive drink but very good dessert at the restaurant on the 6th floor, overlooking all the interesting parts of the world.








The second part of the modern art collection was contemporary art from 1960 to the present day (better known as 1980s). This work was a collection of old radio valves.




This piece was called The Origins of Jackson Pollock. You can see many artists and their work in this piece.




Monsieur Moiré would be proud. The wheel inside revolved and with the textured glass made different patterns.




This piece reminded me of Kryten in Red Dwarf, for some reason. I was almost annoyed!




These were empty souls praying. It was made from silver foil which had been molded around a person.




We thought this painting called 1024 Colours would appeal to Rachel (if she can remember SVGA...)




This colorful room was installed as an antechamber to the President's private apartment by Pompidou. The angle of approach produces different views.




Went mediocre Italian for dinner. Osso buco approaching Josh's first. Moussaka too! Moretti beer better than 1664.
- Posted the next night as Don went to sleep