"There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it no matter who we were nor how it was changed nor with what difficulties nor with what ease it could be reached. It was worth it and we received a return for whatever we brought to it." Hemingway

23.9.11

work of Arnaud Prinstet (and there are more of these)
The discovery of an exhibit of Parisian and Texan artists led to my compulsory attendance of the opening at Dorothy's Gallery le vendredi 23 septembre, public de 19h à 22h. Is there something here that I dont understand? I thought to myself as passed a dozen bold paintings of the same indigenous face and circled around the exhibit for a third time. Maybe the outstanding photo exhibit the day before left me incapable of admiring anything less, but I was unimpressed with Parisian artists and a little embarrassed of the Texan artists selected by Dorothy and her associates for Paris-Texas, Culture Shock. The sculptor struck me as unoriginal and the painters as sub-par. A lot of work goes into producing Kimberly Gremillion's photos but I was not awed by her Threshold series. However, disliking a work does negate its "ARTness" if indeed it is a work of art. What IS art? During an art criticism class last year, we discussed the uncritical eye of contemporary art critics. If someone points to an object and shouts "art!" we are entitled to label it as such. As a result, the critic has evolved into an observer with a microphone whose main message is "this is art and it is interesting."
From Paris, Texas to Paris, France. Ealy Mays
Dorothy
Patrick Medrano
Scott Kling

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