Back from London-Gerhard Richter exhibition at Tate Modern

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pieces of reflections after visiting Gerhard Richter Panorama on Thursday 17th November:

Marcel Duchamp's Ready-Made just remind me that I have to go to the toilet.

One century later I stand in front of Gerhard Richter's "11 Panes" at the Tate. I see me through the glass. I am.

This is a non-paint, non-photo, non-video a highest representation of the instant, of Art can be in the beginning of this 21th century. It's my image, the image of this world through the squeegee of Gerhard Richter.

I move, the image move, this world move.

The glass is watching you, you watching it. It's an exchange. It's Life, a non-18 October 1977.

As I decide to leave the glass another person will be in front of, then another. It's a never-ending sculpture of time. A collage of all the instants, all the movements.

As nobody is watching the glass, it's cold.

As you put an eye on it, it is living.

As Gerhard says "Art is the highest form of hope" and as I stand in front of "11 Panes" it helps me to having hope in this world.

l'antartiste.