Sunday, August 5, 2012

Day 19: Centre Pompi-deux

Obviously, I couldn't let Alex leave without taking him to see IRCAM.


So that's the L'Espace de Projection, the room with automated, swiveling robot wall panels and over 500 wall mounted, wavefront synchronized speakers.


That's the inside of the anechoic chamber as it looked on the day that Alex and I were in there. Basically we nabbed the key off of some desk but couldn't find the light switch. Actually we found what was probably the light switch but might just as well have been an alarm or some kind of anti-American nerve gas dispenser. In the end we decided not to chance it, but we did make a pretty sweet recording:

We also ended up going back to Centre Pompidou itself since Alex hadn't seen any of the exhibits and since I had never been to the modern section of the permanent collection.

"And this," Alex explained patiently, "is what's called a 'painting'"
The thrill of modern art or spinal thrombosis: YOU DECIDE
I know there's nothing more predictable or sad than going to a museum and making a personal commitment to pay more attention to the art world, but yes, I was one of those sad predictable people making a list of painters and artwork to look up later. For your benefit, oh gentle reader, I've reproduced that list here:


This one deserves special mention of only because Alex and I sat in front of it and talked about it for what must have been close to an hour. It's a absolutely crushing painting. In it so many effects and ideas exist simultaneously and yet resonate instead of drowning each other out. A rule is established: the structure of the painting will center around a point, and yet the obvious asymmetry of the heaviest elements immediately makes that rule irrelevant. Of course, this violation is simply an extension of the optic distortion caused by the two circular spaces on the right and left. Interestingly enough, these two fields of refraction are both the largest and most ethereal parts of the painting. Anyway, this is the kind of brain-wank Alex and I got to enjoy in front of this painting.

I should mention, there is one thing in this world that breaks Alex, and it is a form of the color blue.


You are looking at a patented shade of blue, IKB or International Klein Blue. It is one of those very silly things that I imagine modern artists invented to infuriate people who are not modern artists. Anyway, don't get Alex anywhere near IKB or he goes sort of dry at the mouth and loses the ability to form vowels.

Above: A three hour time-lapse video
One last thing I thought I'd mention was this cool line drawing on the contemporary floor.


Just kidding. It's actually a giant play-igloo for grownups that you can walk around inside.


Oh Alex, I'm going to miss you, buddy. Remember that chick we heard playing the didgeridoo outside of Centre Pompidou? Good times. I hope life brings you better fondue than we had on our last night together in Paris.


Paris, where they film people eating.

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