Dans le Flou. une autre vision de l’art de 1945 à nos jours @ Orangerie

This exhibition includes many great individual works, but as an exhibition, it goes in many different directions. It also tends to stay on the surface of the many different, and otherwise rich debates around the blur and indistinct. Inspired by, or more accurately, set in motion by Monet's Water Lillies — because it's the Orangerie, the connection must be made — the exhibition sections move from Monet's blindness, through postwar disillusionment with the precision of modernity, the unrepresentability of the Holocaust, the deception of media and technology, and the uncertainty of abstract expressionism, to the "mistakes" of amateur photography, the blur/screen/hazy/disintegrating image can be connected to a whole lot of motivations in the twentieth and early twenty-first century.

Gerhard Richter, Blumen, 1994, CR 815-3

To be sure, as I say, there are some magnificent works in the exhibition. As a Richter fan, I was happy to see a range of his paintings as they are surely central to any exhibition considering blurring and indistinction. Richter's Flowers prompted thought of another theme that could have been added, that of death. Spirits, ghosts, the other worldly and their depiction thanks to photography are a noticeable absence here. The representation of the unseen in the 20th century was inspired by the invention of photography, and it could have been placed as a fulcrum or springboard to cohere the exhibition. As it was, there was a distinct lack of context and comprised a lot of images that shared this element of haziness.

Vincent Dulom, Hommage à Monet, 2024

Some of the individual rooms worked very well. A room called "At the Frontier of the Visible" with works by Vincent Dulom, (Hommage à Monet, 2024), Ugo Rondinone (No. 42 Vierzehnterjanuarneunzehnhundertdreiundneunzig, 1996), Wojciech Fangor (N 17, 1963) was particularly compelling. In this room, the spectator is confronted with the deceptions of the eye. We think of our eyes as seeing things as they are, reality as it is, and yet, as we look at these paintings, they move, shift, vibrate, disappear. In front of these works, we are reminded that vision is as unstable as the world we are looking at. At the same time, each of these works makes a claim for the idea of paint as itself an apparition, something that floats on the surface of a canvas before disappearing. 

Philippe Cognée, Métamorphose I, 2011

If visitors are able to enjoy the exhibition for individual works, Philippe Cognée's Métamorphose I, 2011, is an absorbing and complex work. A large encaustic painting of high rise buildings that Cognée proceeds to go over with a hot iron. The wax melts and with it, the buildings collapse. In a section together with Richter's September 2005, and Thomas Ruff's jpeg ny01.2004, both of which represent smoke pouring out of the World Trade Centre towers, Cognée's painting takes on sinister meaning. Not only does he represent the cities metamorphosing and growing, but the melted wax shows the building and rebuilding of the urbanscape is a destructive measure. 

Gus van Sant, Elephant, 2003

The exhibition closes with a display of fragments from famous films that include some version of the blurry, out of focus, or indistinct. Again, there is no context for the very different examples shown, from Gus van Sant's Elephant (2003) to Hong Sang-Soo's In Water, 2023. Given the centrality of technological images to the notion of the blur, it would have been nice to see more integrity given to these few films by, for example, drawing attention to or at the very least, describing, the very different uses of the blur for these films. All in all, the exhibition is slim on intellectual substance and rich on images, making it disappointing in some ways and a treat in others. 

Lucas Arruda Qu'importe le paysage @ Musée d'Orsay

Lucas Arruda, Untitled (from the Deserto-Modelo series), 2023

It was a treat to visit Lucas Arruda's exhibition, Qu'importe le paysage, with my friend Janise, a painter. Painters always give me a whole new perspective on art, often noticing details that escape my critical eye. And what I learnt looking through Janise's eyes is just how daring it is to make such obvious references to the icons of the past. Arruda's references are multiple and range over centuries, from Romanticism (both British and German) through Monet to Rothko. And yet, his paintings are like none of the above. Still, he has the courage, not simply to quote Rothko, but to make paintings that, at first glance, are similar. I would add to this, Arruda has the courage to paint and paint small. These small quiet, sometimes meditative canvases are not exactly following the trends of today's art world. Which, through my eyes, makes them even more special. 

Lucas Arruda, Untitled (from the Deserto-Modelo series), 2022

Lucas Arruda's star is rising. After solo exhibitions at David Zwirner galleries around the world, and included in exhibitions at the Pinault collection, Parisians now have the opportunity to immerse themselves in another solo show at the Musée d'Orsay. In an age when the artists who attract attention are often working with new technologies, and dealing with hot political and social topics, Arruda paints pictures resembling landscapes or fully abstract, on very small canvases. But for Arruda, small is expansive. Small enables choice for Arruda. Small opens up possibilities for him to explore detail, to create surprises on the canvas, to obsessively go over and over and over. Often the brushes that he uses are so small that it can look as though he has scratched the surface, resembling hatching or a drypoint technique. From these markings, and a lot of scraping, pushing, and spreading of paint, light appears, waves on the ocean move, clouds burst, rain falls. 

Lucas Arruda, Untitled (from the Deserto-Modelo series), 2021

To call the Arruda's paintings landscapes feels misleading. They are only landscapes, seascapes, clearings in a densely vegetated forest, or cloudscapes because we see this in them, satisfying our desire for familiarity. They are more like spaces into which we are invited to immerse our visual imaginations. It is also clear that Arruda doesn't set out to paint a landscape—and has been quoted as saying as much. Rather, he paints, strips away, pushes around, works and reworks until light appears, somewhere unanticipated. These delicate paintings are thus also about light. They have been called melancholic, but to my eyes, they are quite hopeful. The light of the moon and the sun comes out of clouds, splashes over waves, emanates from the canvas, as though it has been pulled out of the depths of the painting, found through a meticulous, painstaking going over and over. 

Lucas Arruda, Untitled (from the Deserto-Modelo series), 2023

In order to see the radiance of these works, it's important to stand back and watch the pictures glow. Their luminosity is no doubt helped by the grey walls and the lighting at the Musée d'Orsay, like beacons of light pulling us towards them.  In one of the most exquisite paintings, Arruda's process finds a small moon in the ocean, a gesture of white paint, confusing the time in an already timeless place. A moon in the day light? A reflection of the sun behind clouds? A luminescence emerging from deep in the ocean? It's impossible to say. All we know is that there is something mysterious, something not quite of our world illuminating the one within the frame,

Lucas Arruda, Qu'importe le paysage @ Musée d'Orsay
Installation View

Arruda's horizons are always low, allowing more space for the clouds, air, light. Often they look to be etched, scratched, stripped where the paint moves horizontally, in a direction at odds with the paint covering the rest of the canvas. The horizon can be barely distinguishable, but it is always there, powerful and defined because it is horizontal. In addition, the air above moves to a different rhythm as well as a different direction from what we see as the water below. On exiting the rooms filled with nineteenth-century French painting, I was struck by the resonance of Arruda's graceful canvases with Courbet's blustering Stormy Sea (1870). While the mood and temperature of Courbet's painting bears no resemblance to Arruda's, the horizon line, fast and firm, going nowhere, is identical. The connections to Monet's light-filled canvases can also be appreciated from certain vantage points inside the Arruda exhibition. The resonances are not only seen in the emergence of light through paint, and the movement of paint as light, but the navigation of the horizontal and vertical, as well as the different paths paint takes around a canvas within these lines. Arruda's work might be filled with references, but he is an artist who has the confidence to do what comes to him, free of influence.

Do Ho Suh, Walk the House @ Tate Modern

Do Ho Suh, My Homes, 2010

As someone who has lived in different countries, I was fully immersed in and mesmerized by Do Ho Suh's Walk the House exhibition at Tate Modern. I was right there with him in his project to convince us of the ways that space and architecture are simply the tangible structures for housing identity, memory, and the experiences that give meaning to life. I immediately identified with his desire to find home—whatever that means—within walls, in the objects around him, the intuitive sense of the air that fills a space, the relationships developed therein. As a voyager, like him, I know that home has to be portable, able to be experienced in multiple apartments, carried on my back, across oceans and decades. But, I kept wondering if visitors rooted in a single country, culture, house or apartment were able to fully engage with the longing and yearning for belonging? These feelings are what really shape those of us who lead transitory lives.

Do Ho Suh, Blueprint, 2014

Immediately inside the exhibition, a series of works set a tone that will be instantly familiar to anyone who has spent a life in transition. Colourful images of homes on legs and wheels, rushing to the next location in My Homes (2010), or connected to a parachute flying across skies in (Haunting Home, 2019) are touching, playful, and all too real for those of us who have never sat still. Another work for which Do Ho Suh has used the same process— hundreds of multi-coloured threads embedded on paper—sees a facade of a New York apartment block with a figure blending into the tangled web of threads on the inside. The complex weave of life inside the front door, through the window, the emotions, experiences, woven into the fabric of daily life, that we nevertheless keep hidden from others are the substance of our life inside any space that we occupy. 

Do Ho Suh, Perfect Home: London, Horsham, New York, Berlin, Providence, Seoul, 2024

Do Ho Suh works in multiple media, but I especially enjoyed his use of fabric. In a work such as Perfect Home (2024), handles, locks, sockets, wall telephones, bells, keypads from multiple apartments in which the artist has lived are integrated into a transparent polyester model of his London apartment. Visitors are invited to walk through the space as well as around it, watching others as shadows—like ghosts—on the other side, removing the distinction between inside and outside, and with it the certainty of who occupies and who is locked out. Bringing together fixtures from multiple apartments across borders and oceans, cultures and customs, Do Ho Suh's Perfect Home is not fixed in time; it is an accumulation of times and spaces. The perfect home is marked by entrances and exits, the turning on and off of a light switch. Home, in this work is defined by the transitional, the motion between here and there. Similtaneously, home is the familiar, yet mundane things that we hold onto as if they were forever.   

Do Ho Suh, Nests, 2024

Thanks to the different forms and fabrics of his installations, the exhibition is connected by ideas and feelings about home and our relationships to spaces. Dong In Apartments (2022) is a video reconstruction of decaying modernist apartment blocks in Seoul shortly before their destruction. The camera halts at windows, furniture, floors, and walls, as if to document loss, searching for the crevices where memories live. Chairs remember the person who sat in them, the people who breathed the air are still there, the furniture arranged to bring back the lives whose stories are told by the walls. The film reminds us that space is not static, because time doesn't sit still, that the thresholds and props of our lives keep moving, if only, as is the case in this film, into demolition and another living and working space.

Do Ho Suh, Robin Hood Gardens, 2018
Film still

Houses, spaces, buildings carry memories inside their walls, the feeling of the air, the layout of the walls become so familiar that we navigate them intuitively, our eyes closed. Spaces created in concrete and steel look different when others are next to us, inside together. For Do Ho Suh, we carry this baggage on our backs, wherever we go. For him, Home is a feeling inside of which we are surrounded by the mess of our emotions and senses, nothing to do with the walls themselves. Across the exhibition, as we move through passageways, around fabric sculptures, up close to threaded images, we find the often invisible threads that bind us together across generations, oceans, and cultures. For all of the physical journeying that we undertake, the material that brings life to the notion of home, for Do Ho Suh, these threads, have both a material and non-material existence. And despite the physical existence of the walls around us, and the emphasis we place on the intransigence of objects, the overwhelming message of the exhibition is that home is carried inside us.