Caspar David Friedrich, whose memory is being celebrated this year, elevated nature, that great Whole of which humans are only a part, to the status of counterweight to triumphant rationalism. He reveals himself as a thinker of this founding antagonism of our modernity.
Pouvait-on imaginer un «Regard Libre» centré sur le monde rural sans y faire figurer l’icône helvétique ultime? Mais la Suisse n’a pas l’exclusivité du bovidé. Sans même aller jusqu’en Inde, pensez aux Etats-Unis! Et même… à la Corse, où pourtant elles sont rares.
Beyond the famous sites of Monument Valley and Antelope Canyon, journey to the heart of «Navajoland», through hills and red rocks, passing through the sacred site of the Navajo capital, Window Rock, on the border of Arizona and New Mexico.
Beyond the spire currently being rebuilt, the construction site at Notre-Dame de Paris allows for strange angles and paradoxical perspectives, where Gothic stone and machine metal merge almost artistically.
The Kunstmuseum Basel and the Fondation Pierre Gianadda are decked out for the winter in the same garish colors, those of the group of painters who earned the label «fauves» in Paris in 1905. Both exhibitions run until January 21, 2024.
En 1992, Zurich fermait le parc Platzspitz, devenu, à l’ombre du Musée national suisse, le haut-lieu crasseux de la déchéance, de la violence et de l’overdose.
At certain times of the year, homo touristicus has a tendency, despite his good ecological resolutions, to fly off to seek the sun elsewhere. This astonishing biped sometimes seeks solitude, but more often finds itself in tightly packed flocks wading in the water of its favorite pond. Just like the phoenicopterus roseus, a partial migrant better known as the pink flamingo. Images taken at the Parc ornithologique du Pont de Gau, Camargue.
The Kunsthaus deserves the gold award for the title of exhibition thanks to «Re-Orientations», on view until July 16. A contemporary and enlightening, if confusing, look at the influence of European art on Islamic art and vice versa, since 1851.
If the «filles de Camaret» have been immortalized in a song that's more bawdy than downright poetic, it's indeed a form of poetry - but rusty, faded, salty, abandoned - that haunts the boat graveyard at Camaret-Sur-Mer, at the end of the Crozon peninsula in Brittany's Finistère region.