Today let’s talk about one of my favourite artists, Alberto Giacometti, genial thinker of the body representation. Who hasn’t seen one of his statues, in the museums, on TV or even on the markets: if anything, being copied as much as he is in an homage to his everlasting influence on the art.

As for me, after getting some of his books and studying them for ling, I thought I needed to impregnate myself further from the source, but couldn’t find an opportunity to do so, until now that is: I finally went yesterday to this marvellous exhibition the Tate museum is running on him. If you haven’t seen it yet I encourage you to do so, it ends in September so you still got plenty of time to go once, or more…

I would like to show you here some appetizers, in case you weren’t convinced yet of Giacometti’s genie:

He is both a sculptor and a painter, and it is through the latter than one can begin to apprehend how his take on the human body took form:  here you have the sketch “Caroline” (1965) and the series of the invisible objects with photos if Giacometti himself modeling some figures:


One can also see the geometrical plays used by the artist in


transforming the head in landscape, or reducing it to its primordial shapes: round for the eyes, triangle for the nose…: such a vision helps to focus on the most important, letting all the unessential parts fly away:

I also studied how Giacometti represented the arms quite a lot: here are a few more sketch I took on the fly, as well as the vision the artist had of himself, without any concession, quite an inspiration!



National Portrait Gallery 2

After the last exhibition visit and post i had promised to go back to it more in detail, so great was the impression it left on me. Here it is, as clear as my stunned mind can muster.

One of the piece that was the most enduring to me was a black and white photk of two people standing in black clothes, one hand barely showing and a human like mask on their face. It reminds me of the grand priestess card in the tarot, with an aura of myth and dignity, the covering clothes like a dark virginal dress.


Another one is a black and white photo again, this time of a man with a scepter like cane and a tall hat, clearly reminescent of a stern magician.

Here are a few more examples of what made my mood and inspiration these days, with strange or etgeral compositions: