I was walking by the Musee du Quai Branly and saw the poster advertising the show on the African Dogon people and culture. I went in and up that endless, mindless, purposeless wavy staircase/thing to the exhibition space(s) thinking, “Who needs this? Just give me a box with off-white walls like the Pinacotheque where I can see stuff not have an architectural happening. Why do architects think we want to see their brilliance not that of the artists shown within?” I realized I was a week or two early for the Dogon and bailed out.
Across the charming bridge to the other side and the Mona Bismarck Foundation where a beautiful exhibition of Gustave Courbet landscapes (with a couple of erotic sketches thown in for us old lechers) is showing until June 4th. What a difference from the Branly – the art, not the ego, was the point.
Two wows for Courbet; several groans for Jean Nouvel and a sigh for Jacques Chirac, our ex-Mayor and ex-President, who so wanted the Branly museum to carry his name. Maybe once he finishes his probable sentence he’ll be rehabilitated, Alain Juppé style.