Of the twentieth-century art gods (Pablo Picasso, Henri Matisse, Marcel Duchamp, Jackson Pollock and Andy Warhol), Marcel Duchamp elicits no middle road. He is either revered as a godlike figure of contemporary art or disdained as a charlatan.
The Pompidou Center in Paris is showing a retrospective of Jeff Koons through April 2015. It will surely be a much talked-about stop for attendees of the haute couture and menswear shows in January, and of Paris Fashion Week in March.
In Duchamp's eyes, eroticism was as much of a movement as expression and cubism. Besides unifying the concerns of Duchamp's career, the exhibition of early work also demonstrates one of the reasons that the artist may have given up painting.
It's three years since the world-famous Pompidou Center of Modern Art opened its branch in the old industrial city of Metz, a couple of train hours east of Paris. The six-story wood and glass tent is far smaller--and some believe esthetically more daring -- than the mother museum.
Should exhibitions cater to the masses with monolithic shows featuring blue-chip artists and a shiny new line of gift shop merchandise, or should they present a novel intellectual and aesthetic experience?
Last week Paris was abuzz with Fashion Week and the opening of 2 extraordinary exhibits: the first ever retrospective of Yves Saint Laurent's entire work, and a showing of Lucian Freud's paintings and engravings.