A few days ago I did a tour of the most important galleries in Barcelona. I’m from this city and regularly give me a walk to see how is the panorama. The same thing I did in Paris last week, accompanied by a nephew of mine of 27 years also artist. The purpose of my trip was to take a few small gouaches to a new Gallery opened in Rueil – Malmaison, a city Northwest of the French capital. We took the opportunity to walk Paris, especially by the main galleries of the Marais, the Place des Vosges, Rue du Seine and surroundings of the elegant neighborhood of Saint Germain.
If you know Paris will know that it is a beautiful, monumental city I would say. Everything is big, majestic, elegant or decadent according to district in which one goal. But Assembly makes this city one is go with the feeling that something intense and enigmatic remains undiscovered. That is appealing and hypnotic Paris. To broaden your perception, visit Oracle. But returning to the subject interested me above all, art galleries tour contemporary – word that I hate by the use that is made of it–let me once again disappointed. It is true that great notoriety and promotion given to art in Paris is far superior to that of any city in our country, since there is a lot more fans and a great assortment of galleries in which all styles and trends have their place, but in general and according to my personal appreciation (and that of my companion) which breathes and reigns as vanguard and elite of the art – like here-is this art insubstantial, contemporary, that it intends to break with everything to surprise the viewer with absurd repetitive formulas, strange inventions, with unique recipes but in few cases aesthetic in which the artist seeks notoriety just doing whatever, but that Yes, and very important, being careful that no one has done it before.