This morning Nicolas and I went to the Centre Pompidou, a museum of modern art. The first exposition we saw had a feminism edge to it. All this meant to me was that women were allowed to take pornographic pictures and videos of themselves and call it art. Not all of the exhibition was vulgar, though, and there was one picture of a landscape that I actually thought was quite lovely (but in my mind it was not modern art at all). The second exposition presented art by Arman, a woman who turns trash into masterpieces. Some of her work look really interesting for junk. We then entered the gallery that I understood the least of all. De Stijl and Piet Mondrian painted colored-in squares... In the last gallery, Gabriel Orozco had made the most adorable car. It fits two people; one person can sit in the front and the other in the back. It is silver and long, and it looks so abstract car-wise that I couldn't help but laugh at it.
All in all, I surprisingly enjoyed my time looking at modern art, despite the fact that I largely prefer impressionism and cannot grasp the concept of most contemporary works.
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