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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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Be sure to have exhausted all that is communicated by immobility and silence.

Robert Bresson 

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"I feel more and more as if time did not exist at all, only various spaces interlocking according to the rules of a higher form of stereometry, between which the living and the dead can move back and forth as they like, and the longer I think about it the more it seems to me that we who are still alive are unreal in the eyes of the dead...  "

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"When you remember back, you'd see at times in the past as through a crystal block" Sebald, Austerlitz

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Years on this earth, all to discover in itself the essence of his being, his strengths and weaknesses, to struggle against his demons, tame and capture the best in themselves, never give up giving. I blow my candles, almost four decades, and in the flames I still see this heart pounding.