|A Jewish Childhood – Paris Day 2|
|Thursday, 12 June 2014 20:22|
Where did we leave off? The Pompidou Center. I got a program when I first arrived. Yes there were several exhibits I wanted to see. All entailed getting a regular ticket. After finding out that there was at least an hour’s wait to get into Cartier Bresson. And the other ones, Clocks, and Martial Raysse, 200 works in the forms of paintings, sculptures, films and drawings, with a look back over his career having started painting and writing poetry at a young age…well it looked like another trip would be necessary and possibly that I would have to miss Cartier Bresson which was closing on the 9th of June.
So, I walked over to the Jewish Museum on Rue Temple, only to find it closed because, duh, it was Shabbat. Two police persons, a woman and a man, were stationed right across the street and evidently had been standing vigil since a bombing in Belgium at a holocaust museum earlier that week. So I vowed to come back also to see that most recent exhibit.
I walked back to the Pompidou Center and to the Stravinsky Fountain, had a decaf, chatted with a couple of people and watched the wonderful treat, done by Tanguey and Nikki de St. Phalle. Click here: ? Fontaine Stravinsky - Paris - Fontaine des Automates - Centre Georges Pompidou - kinetic fountain - YouTube
I did, however, go to the new modern paintings on the fifth floor before leaving the Pompidou entitled Triple Modernities 1905-1970. I actually found four paintings done by women, of course in a world dominated by male artists. One actually mentioned in the brochure by an artist named Tarsila called ‘A Cuca’. She is considered one of the pioneers of modernism in Brazil, creating “a dialog between form of simplification from cubism” and her own Brazilian culture.
Another woman, Sophie Tauber, born 1885 in Russia, settled in Zurich, married Jean Arp. She created geometric compositions with the vocabulary of circles, squares, rectangles and triangles in ‘lively colors’.
Natalia S. Goncharova, Russia, 1962, “Les Porteugues.” Mentioned briefly, also.
On the bus 38, I stopped on the way back at Place de Sorbonne searching for a hint of my birth mother Alice, spent on a prayer, each year I come to Paris to find her. I have 5 stanzas of a poem at this point and a rough draft of a sestina about her and Paris. So we’ll see as time goes on, what will come of it.
Then back to the Gardens to sit with the Queens, sushi, back to the apartment to Skype with Pat and Martha, Brad and Doug, my neighbors across the street, and then, to bed.
Thanks for continuing on this journey in my 4th year from Paris in my Jewish Childhood Blog.