In the past week we’ve been to seven museums, all rich with art and history, full of beautiful objects and stunning paintings, celebrations of creativity and the pleasures and challenges of visual representation of the experience of the world. And we’ve done it in a city that’s like a giant museum, with street after winding street cobbled in stone and lined with charming boutiques. Or boulevard after boulevard lined with grand palaces, ornately decorated with gargoyles and statues and bas-relief sculptures and lit up at night, the Eiffel Tower glittering like a giant sequined dream in the distance.
Yesterday we went to Musee Carnavalet, the Museum of the History of the City of Paris, housed in two old mansions, full of paintings and furniture and drawings and dioramas. We walked through the Marais using the tour in the Lonely Planet, admiring the grand 16th and 17th century buildings that line the streets. In the Musee Cognacq-Jay there were rooms and rooms and rooms, in another old mansion, with the incredible art and furniture of a wealthy family. The inlaid and lacquered wooden tables were stunning. The day before we went to Musee l’Orangerie, which houses an outrageously gorgeous collection of Impressionist paintings, including two large oval rooms wrapped in huge canvases of Monet’s water lilies.
Today, at the Pompidou, France’s National Museum of Modern Art, I finally felt drunk on art. At one point I just walked through rooms with paintings by Picasso and Derain and Matisse and Kandinsky and Miro and felt like I couldn’t take in one more drop of visual stimulation. So here’s a small sampling of art I’ve caught on my iPhone (sometimes surreptitiously, like at the Musee D’Orsay where you’re not supposed to take photos, but everyone does). I need to get to bed, not just because we have to be up early tomorrow to catch the train to the airport. I need to sleep this Art Drunk off.
4 Replies to “Art Drunk”
I hear the best hangover cure for Art Drunk is more art, hair of the dog. Je suis tres jealous. Bon nuit! Cheers Sue
I know that art drunk feeling. It’s fortunate that Paris is a moveable feast!
Neat Post, Just the opposite of forgotten! A whirlwind of interest from the mid 20th century current minded interior designer is in total velocity forward! From the boomerang, atomic, and the starburst shapes to the cylindrical lines and the ethnic influences…..it truly is all in significant need. The historical past powering California Potteries is a driving force for their expansion in worldwide recognition and value.
Keep up the posts!
love the photos…love the idea of art drunk
when one is art-parched, it does not take long for art drunk to cloud one’s senses
perhaps an annual trip to an art mecca is the best advice for art sobriety…although that doesn’t sound nearly as exotic – the sobriety part