A quick tour of the galleries of the Marais and little rosy visions. A repetitive Baselitz's painting but it is not in itself a process? Two sculptures of himself carved into the wood where we recognize his style paintings and a few chopped raw inert. More interestingly, his pupil to the dough abstract, Matthias Reinmuth, where I saw the share of children with balloons flying colors, so that the title is "Yohoho and the bottle of rum." Nothing revolutionary in this painter, just a fluid composition and joyful. A small tower still at Yvon Lambert to put down the books-including those of Kieffer tributes dedicated to Jean Genet sulfur, open pages with faded rose petals. A trip to an intimate part of this artist's tragic landscape. And for those who do not depress a passage to get drunk at Beaubourg morbid paintings by Lucian Freud, maker of gray flesh, but the technician recognized world unchallenged. And for those who still believe the return of pop art, there are all these frivolous clothes shops frequented by girls with big pink glasses and faux vintage bags. The art is in decline, last place in the super fireworks.
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