We don't write about grace. We watch it pierce the space like the “Birds” of Constantin Brancusi (1876-1957), the greatest sculptor of the 20th century with Rodin, whose student he was briefly before leaving with these words: “Nothing grows in the shade of tall trees. » The Romanian with the big beard, who had arrived in France at the age of 28, had a sense of formulas chiseled like stone: “I just want the flash of his mind”, he said of the fish, like the bird .
To love Brancusi, to whom the Center Pompidou, in Paris (4th), is devoting a divine retrospective, you have to start from the beginning. A figurative genius, which will fly towards a form of abstraction, or rather, a simplification towards the essence of life, of the features of a face.
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