David Dawson - Centre Pompidou - Paris - 10/03-19/07 
Paris' always been a popular attraction to Londoners. In just two hours and half by train, the Londoners are found in one of the capital and symbol of European culture. In recent months, some Londoners are also motivated by the exhibition from the Pompidou Centre in Lucian Freud, his first solo exhibition for over 20 years on French soil. The topic: the study of Lucien Freud. The row over a quarter of an hour to get the ticket, the cost of 12 € I have certainly put in a good mood predisposition not to count an additional wait of half an hour to access the ' entrance of the exhibition, forced against my will 'listen to the conversations of two French intellectuals pedantic, next to my row. The show has only four rooms, with a concentration of thirty persons per square meter. Even during rush hour, the subway of Paris seems less crowded. In this show we enter the universe of personal study of Freud, watching from its windows, you see in the eyes of the artist and you come in contact with models that run regularly in his studio in Notting Hill. The world of Freud and 'cold and cynical as his self-portraits and the harshness of the white flesh of her naked. There seems to be a voluntary element of unnecessary provocation in the paintings of Lucien Freud, but what emerges is' just a feeling inconfortevole. I'm not surprised by the comments of some children in the exhibition: "Pope 'here and' bad, we're leaving?". Each time you should listen to our inner voice of a child and not expect to play the intellectuals at all costs. Indeed, the world of Freud did not send me anything and even if I apply myself, I find the paintings of little interest. I head toward the exit and just before the door I'm in a small room dedicated to the awesome photo of David Dawson the studio. Among all, a portrait of Lucien Freud at work in his studio in the deep night. In a game of light and shade where the energy and determination of the painter are laid bare as in any of his portraits. A picture is impressive throughout the show. Too bad there was more 'space devoted to the work of David Dawson, a real shame.
Paris' always been a popular attraction to Londoners. In just two hours and half by train, the Londoners are found in one of the capital and symbol of European culture. In recent months, some Londoners are also motivated by the exhibition from the Pompidou Centre in Lucian Freud, his first solo exhibition for over 20 years on French soil. The topic: the study of Lucien Freud. The row over a quarter of an hour to get the ticket, the cost of 12 € I have certainly put in a good mood predisposition not to count an additional wait of half an hour to access the ' entrance of the exhibition, forced against my will 'listen to the conversations of two French intellectuals pedantic, next to my row. The show has only four rooms, with a concentration of thirty persons per square meter. Even during rush hour, the subway of Paris seems less crowded. In this show we enter the universe of personal study of Freud, watching from its windows, you see in the eyes of the artist and you come in contact with models that run regularly in his studio in Notting Hill. The world of Freud and 'cold and cynical as his self-portraits and the harshness of the white flesh of her naked. There seems to be a voluntary element of unnecessary provocation in the paintings of Lucien Freud, but what emerges is' just a feeling inconfortevole. I'm not surprised by the comments of some children in the exhibition: "Pope 'here and' bad, we're leaving?". Each time you should listen to our inner voice of a child and not expect to play the intellectuals at all costs. Indeed, the world of Freud did not send me anything and even if I apply myself, I find the paintings of little interest. I head toward the exit and just before the door I'm in a small room dedicated to the awesome photo of David Dawson the studio. Among all, a portrait of Lucien Freud at work in his studio in the deep night. In a game of light and shade where the energy and determination of the painter are laid bare as in any of his portraits. A picture is impressive throughout the show. Too bad there was more 'space devoted to the work of David Dawson, a real shame. 
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