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MURAKAMI OR MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING AT VERSAILLES |
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By Patricia Boccadoro VERSAILLES, FRANCE, 10 NOVEMBER 2010 After Jeff Koons and the relatively discreet Xavier Veilhan, its now the turn of the fashionable Japanese artist and sculptor, Takashi Murakami (b. 1962) to adorn the magnificent 17th century Chateau of Versailles with his contemporary inventions. With Koons Popeye sculpture, completed by his team of 135 workers, relegated to a Parisian gallery on the avenue Matignon, the way was clear for Murakami, an artist misunderstood in Japan, to present 22 of his multi-coloured creations inspired by pop culture and Japanese cartoons, commonly known as Manga, in the salons and halls and State apartments of the Palace of Versailles.
But while Jean-Jacques Aillagon, President of the Chateau of Versailles spectacles, considers Murakami one of the most celebrated artists of our time, what he didnt take into consideration is just what kind of contact he expected there to be between, for example, Murakamis monumental but grotesque Tongari Kun (Mister Pointy) in the Hercules Salon which might attempt to dialogue with the elegant Veronese work there, but where the latter gracefully ignores the former.
Worse, in the Venus Salon, the Goddess of Love looks down from a glorious painted ceiling by Houasse upon Kaikai and Kiki, two crude little painted figures from a childs fantasyland who squat on either side of an unsmiling statue of Louis XIVth. The clash is too great, and, further along, disdain is only too evident on the face of Marie-Antoinette as she and her children look down upon three ugly small figures and their dog; its not remotely amusing.
Not least, Murakamis gaudy Flower Matango stands ill-at-ease in the opulent décor of the legendary Hall of Mirrors. It jars with the refined background of the 73 meters of golden mirrors, marbles and glittering chandeliers where the paintings on the high, vaulted ceiling illustrating events in the life of Louis XIV snob this unwelcome intruder. The surroundings add nothing to the works and the works add nothing to their surroundings. The question this exhibition raises is not whether one appreciates Takashi Murakamis works, but rather why present them here, where visitors to the beauty of the Palace have them forced upon them as they walk around, rather than in, for example, the contemporary Pompidou Centre or an avant-garde gallery as a show in its own right.
Its also hard to cry genius in front of these neo-psychedelic garishly coloured little Pet-shop figures. In the catalogue, Murakami writes that with his playful smile he is inviting us all to the Wonderland of Versailles, but frankly, this exhibition is more suited to distraught parents who do not know what to do with their bored three-year old on a rainy afternoon, providing of course, that they are able to pay the exorbitant entrance fee of 15 euros. "Such an exhibition brings in money", one of the staff concerned with the show told me. "Of course Murakami is out-of-place here, we all know that, but such provocation brings in the curious, and evidently the outraged locals. It gives people something to talk about and brings us the necessary money needed for the upkeep of the museum." Murakami Versailles Headline image: Takashi Murakami: Oval Buddha,
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