Notes on a Visit to the Centre Pompidou

After returning from Beijing, I planned to visit the Centre Pompidou for the retrospective of my favorite contemporary artist, Louise Bourgeois. It is currently one of the most significant exhibitions in Paris. I usually write art critiques in the morning and explore Paris in the afternoon, visiting galleries or museums, or simply wandering with my camera. I love Paris; I have made this bewitching city my beloved lover, feeling a sense of happiness every time I embrace her. Sharing my favorites with online friends brings me contentment, promoting values of global village exchange. Communication dissolves unnecessary conflicts and fosters global harmony, built on mutual understanding. Love brings trust and peace, becoming the highest value of globalization.

Entering the museum, I always remind myself: "What is the ultimate goal of art?" Art conveys current trends and personal challenges, reflecting a shared human perception. While art production has become market-driven, I seek its true essence—spiritual inspiration and messages of peace. True art elevates humanity and unites us in the artistic world, offering the best way to resolve conflicts. Regardless of region or institution, all art points to human ingenuity and metaphysical beauty, defining our civilized world. This may not be mere utopia.

The Centre Pompidou remains as vibrant as ever. I enjoy its humanistic atmosphere, having once treated this modernized industrial building as my temple. Though no longer obsessed, I still feel spiritually moved by its works, which have become part of my knowledge and soul. Facing endless knowledge within finite life, I strive to realize possibilities and share them all.

My visit began at Gallery 315's "The Anxious" exhibition, exploring war through photography and video. Then I went to the sixth floor for Louise Bourgeois’s retrospective. At 97, she remains a pioneering figure. Her show includes key works from the 1940s' "Woman House" paintings and sculptures, notable phallic carvings, large breast installations, mysterious objects, and her 2006 hand-sewn cloth figures (created when she was 95). The profound atmosphere stirred my soul, bringing renewal. Art expands my horizons, making me forget who I am, lost in clouds within my utopia.