Paris Photo Diary: Cy Twombly, Olafur Eliasson, Invader & Cerith Wyn Evans

“If we could walk inside our own horizon, the world would appear as closed off as a cave, as reflective as a mirror, and as ephemeral as light. For me, the horizon is not a line, it’s a dimension. Questioning one’s own horizon requires us to question linearity and create a new horizon.” – Olafur Eliasson on Inside the Horizon at Fondation Louis Vuitton.

“I have always thought “Twombly” ought to be (if it isn’t already) a verb, as in twombly: (vt.): to hover thoughtfully over a surface, tracing glyphs and graphs of mischievous suggestiveness, periodically touching down amidst discharges of passionate intensity. Or, then again, perhaps a noun, as in twombly (n.): A line with a mind of its own.” – Simon Schama.

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Cy Twombly, Centre Pompidou, Paris
Cy Twombly, Centre Pompidou

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Rome: Annette Messager at Villa Medici

Annette Messager is one of French art’s most respected international figures. Sculpting an eccentric, dreamlike path through and around the Villa Medici, Messager shows that for her places are linked to the body and to skin. “All my work,” she has said, “speaks only of the body.”
Her creations are built around women’s everyday existences, exploring their rebellions, their fears, and their fantasies with the help of scraps of fabric, color pencils, doctored images, and a jumble of nightmarish chimeras involving steel spikes, dolls, and hooded soft toys. – Villa Medici.

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Florist, Rome, Italy

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