"For his current exhibition is an exhibition of still lifes. It is an ensemble -- drawings, photos, but especially sculptures -- of gigantic squashes, of moulded bronze colocynths that one would describe as drawn from the 'antivegital vegetation' (in other words, reinvented, revived, produced and, in short, thought of vegetation) that Malraux depicts in his description of Picasso's atelier... And if there is a conviction that has never left him, in the thirty years that I have observed and commented on his work, it is that art exists, not to repeat the world, but to recreate it--the soul of the gods, decidedly, inhabits, not the plants, but the artist."
-- Bernard-Henri Lévy, taking the cliché of the pretentious French pseudo-intellectual to heretofore unreached heights in the Huffington Post
Really, just for a laugh, I dare you to read this thing and not imagine that it's a Monty Python gag.
Pompous little twat.
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