Bouhouhou. This is a dark dark dark exhibition. I can't say I enjoyed it. Why the hell should belief be depicted in such a dark way? Why should "sacré" be treated through an ethnocentric glance?
The only nice work I liked was Yazib Oulab's installation of smoke and light... The rest was too depressing, anxiety-stricken... though the thema could have been of interest. Dommage.
Then, there was that part about Dominique Perrault. Some part of his works are nice. But... think BNF, think studying at the BNF, and you'll feel like hunting the architect for the absurd construction, the far distances between the rooms that are useful (for the mouse), the slippery wooden front when it rains, the too strong cooler in the summer that makes you get a cold... etc etc. The only nice thing there is the table, the wooden surface is very agreable.
I enjoyed her falling black sand installation at the entrance...
This was the nice surprise of the day/visit at Pompidou. Sweet photographs, very naturalistic, naive... catching the very moment when the photograph-model is not conscious of being photographied and gives her body to the photographer's voyeuristic eye...
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