Air lit Juan Villoro
7 May. 10 
At the beginning of the exhibition currently on display at the Centre Georges Pompidou in Paris, Lucian Freud states that no two identical faces. Each person radiates a glow only, compared with other like comparing a candle with a lamp. To understand your body, take into account the surrounding atmosphere, the aura that inserted in space: the significance of the air. If music and literature rely on silence, painting relies on the invisible.
criticism has continued to link Freud his eminent grandfather. How his naked body display therapy warranted? The first requirement to appreciate this painting is to ignore the artist descended from the inventor of psychoanalysis.
Another famous ghost accompanying figurative painter is Francis Bacon, who was a friend and who then developed a rivalry so intense that it resembled a critical extension of affection. Also in this case should make an appointment with Dr. Sigmund. Both painters were justified in their shadow each other. Bacon appropriates the body as butcher, tortured, to achieve, as in Yeats's poem, a "terrible beauty." Freud nonviolent models and refuses to judge. Owner of a rare objectivity, displays a "natural history", investigates the pigments, textures, tones confusing to discern the distance like a human body. His work is the reverse of the industry look top-models and inorganic.
Freud's paintings focus on the human figure. Nothing more appropriate, then, to go their presentations without losing sight of the spectators.
In the second or third room, I was struck by two women. One of them gestured with an emphasis that seemed excessive. Approached the canvas with bold sufficiency, without fear of sounding the alarm. Her companion listened with interest resigned. I thought he was at the Spectator Protagonist. In all forms of art there is someone willing to be part of the show, revealing that he knows "something else", highlighting his unusual presence.
Reading this is usually a solitary, however, the exhibitionist displays on his coffee table clutter attractive manuscripts, put a pipe as a paperweight, a volume opens strong (preferably in a foreign language) and is willing to be admired as you read (or pretend to). In theaters no lack of laughs with a crash expert, severely out of step, demonstrating to the laity that they miss an essential irony. In atonal music concerts, the specialist feels authorized to shut with violence the old lady who is to take the cellophane candy. In the presentations, some connoisseurs make dramatic pantomime to show how much we can interpret a painting.
I thought the woman desinhibía to Freud's paintings belong to the genus of narcissists. She wore several bracelets on her arm and three or four rings, all in good taste, but enough to attract attention. Black hair, very long, the style fell Susan Sontag. His glasses hung from a string, from time to time, the fit with studied calm to check some detail.
As so often, my perception was completely wrong. I went to the woman who stopped talking, waiting to hear the syrup cloudy pedantry. Only then I noticed that his companion was blind.
The woman described the paintings with unusual detail: "In the background is a flimsy door, old wood, where you enter the light. This is a light lunch, a little wild, in a provincial house. The walls are unpainted , there are patches of moisture and salt. A man lies naked on a bed and a dog nap. It seems the dog of another person because the man looks at him curiously, perhaps with suspicion. The other is out of the room. Must be the wife of the man, but he did not eagerly awaits. Toca thick sheets without haste; is there: see the light. "
remembered the story" Cathedral "by Raymond Carver, where a church is described to a blind man with a precision that shows the mental quality of the look.
The first room was alluding to Freud intangible field surrounding a person. To me, she built a picture with words. How would that fabric in the minds of the blind? The description had seemed formidable, but the presence of paint their impact distracted me I almost interfered. View the penalty was as good as hearing and close their eyes.
Perhaps the deepest insight comes from a lack art overcome by awe. Given the esthetic we are blind, and suddenly, an unknown language allows us to see otherwise. I followed
women safe distance to continue the "tour." They were so absorbed in the verbal representation of the painting that did not notice my presence. Each picture has emerged as a mystery of light: the significance of the air.
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Freud's paintings focus on the human figure. Nothing more appropriate, then, to go their presentations without losing sight of the spectators.
In the second or third room, I was struck by two women. One of them gestured with an emphasis that seemed excessive. Approached the canvas with bold sufficiency, without fear of sounding the alarm. Her companion listened with interest resigned. I thought he was at the Spectator Protagonist. In all forms of art there is someone willing to be part of the show, revealing that he knows "something else", highlighting his unusual presence.
Reading this is usually a solitary, however, the exhibitionist displays on his coffee table clutter attractive manuscripts, put a pipe as a paperweight, a volume opens strong (preferably in a foreign language) and is willing to be admired as you read (or pretend to). In theaters no lack of laughs with a crash expert, severely out of step, demonstrating to the laity that they miss an essential irony. In atonal music concerts, the specialist feels authorized to shut with violence the old lady who is to take the cellophane candy. In the presentations, some connoisseurs make dramatic pantomime to show how much we can interpret a painting.
I thought the woman desinhibía to Freud's paintings belong to the genus of narcissists. She wore several bracelets on her arm and three or four rings, all in good taste, but enough to attract attention. Black hair, very long, the style fell Susan Sontag. His glasses hung from a string, from time to time, the fit with studied calm to check some detail.
As so often, my perception was completely wrong. I went to the woman who stopped talking, waiting to hear the syrup cloudy pedantry. Only then I noticed that his companion was blind.
The woman described the paintings with unusual detail: "In the background is a flimsy door, old wood, where you enter the light. This is a light lunch, a little wild, in a provincial house. The walls are unpainted , there are patches of moisture and salt. A man lies naked on a bed and a dog nap. It seems the dog of another person because the man looks at him curiously, perhaps with suspicion. The other is out of the room. Must be the wife of the man, but he did not eagerly awaits. Toca thick sheets without haste; is there: see the light. "
remembered the story" Cathedral "by Raymond Carver, where a church is described to a blind man with a precision that shows the mental quality of the look.
The first room was alluding to Freud intangible field surrounding a person. To me, she built a picture with words. How would that fabric in the minds of the blind? The description had seemed formidable, but the presence of paint their impact distracted me I almost interfered. View the penalty was as good as hearing and close their eyes.
Perhaps the deepest insight comes from a lack art overcome by awe. Given the esthetic we are blind, and suddenly, an unknown language allows us to see otherwise. I followed
women safe distance to continue the "tour." They were so absorbed in the verbal representation of the painting that did not notice my presence. Each picture has emerged as a mystery of light: the significance of the air.
Kikka-roja.blogspot.com /
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