The queues have circled long to get into the ancient palace to view this wild and unclassifiable genius. However, France has been on strike for nearly two weeks now, with hardly any public transport working, so the affluence to the museums has been rather restricted. It is thus an excellent time to go and see as many exhibitions as possible I discovered, provided one has good walking shoes.
The exhibition’s scenography, with simple white walls, leaves the monopoly on colour to the artist whose palette is explosive! It also gives it a touch of modernity. Viewing Greco’s elongated figures reminded me of Giacometti; his flying persons of Chagall; his sometimes very sketchy portraits of the impressionists.
I now understand why Greco is called the modernists’ precursor. Despite his predominantly Christine realistic paintings of the 16th century, his prodigy is such that his art does not age. During these days of Advent, Greco reminds us of why we celebrate Christmas. “A Saviour was born” and with Him: joy as a promise for humankind.
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