Cherry blossoms in Spring and Autumn
Cherry blossoms in spring don’t come as a surprise. Cherry blossoms in autumn are a very different kettle of fish, or flowers for that matter. I suppose that only a few years back, before Covid-19 struck, taking pictures of Cherry Blossoms would have sounded naf and awfully deja vu.
IPCC tells us a major catastrophe is just around the corner, it’s not the right time to roam the world and it’s just as well because you don’t really need to.
[Boy isn’t that report utterly depressing! I don’t feel like reading it at all. Anyway, we’re all looking the other way so why bother, we’ll all die in a flash one day and that will be it. No need to fret now, is it? It’s a much better idea to have a look at our Cherry blossoms and enjoy them. It will be as good as it lasts, though, Cherry trees aka Prunus serrulata won’t survive for very long in that heat]
Regardless, Cherry blossoms are still widely available here in Europe, at our doorstep so to speak, as above in a local 13th district square in Paris.
The square is quite nice, almost like a common, tucked away in the corner of some real estate development with council flats all around. If it weren’t for the trees, it would look quite dreary I should say.
Now, I haven’t told you why it’s no longer cliché — a very apt expression if you ask me — to take pictures of Cherry Blossoms.
Cherry Blossoms the Damian Hirst way
On October 17, 2021, we visited the Cartier Foundation right down the road from our flat and as a matter of fact, for an exhibition that was right down our alley too.
I remember Hirst from his split cow days. A cow and its calf sawn in half and kept in formaldehyde. It is still debatable whether the cow was dead or alive before the sawing.
What is true though is that these works of Art actually leaked formaldehyde gas. Maybe a solution to our gas-shortage issue? That’s an idea.
But that was before. Now, Hirst paints Cherry Blossoms. They don’t leak gas for one, and second, they make up quite a pleasant show.
We went there before the end of Covid (well, I’m not quite sure it’s finished, and I’ll keep my fingers crossed) and visitors and tourists must have been afraid so that we were quite alone in that place.
A 360-degree panorama of Hirst’s Cherry blossoms
Quite enjoyable I must say, and a tad ironic as well. It all reminded me of Jonathan Gibbs’s Randall that tells the story of one of the young British artists who end up playing a prank on his fans by painting quite crude figurative paintings (you should buy this book).
Or Kurt Vonnegut’s Bluebeard with its former abstract expressionist painter who keeps a secret in a potato barn that is anything but abstract and certainly not much expressionistic.
Notwithstanding, nothing beats the real stuff, now that Mr. Hirst has made it quite acceptable again as a subject for pictures.
Don’t read that IPCC report, listen to Gurevitsch’s latest opus instead, it’s a much better idea.