The Pompidou Centre in Paris is hosting a new exhibition of nothing. Called "Voids: A Retrospective," it is apparently a recreation of similar exhibitions spanning 50 years. This one consists of nine empty rooms. I don't know about you, but I'm sure I'd have trouble resisting the urge to lie down on the floor in the middle of one of those empty rooms. Then again, I get the urge to lie down on the floor all the time. I'm lying on the floor right now. And it would be a lot more peaceful -- not to mention artistic -- if there wasn't a whole bunch of Playmobil crap cluttering up the floor next to me. It'd be more comfortable, too.
When I was at the Pompidou Centre, two years ago, I saw a number of dead birds wearing tiny knitted sweaters and some other strangely compelling stuff by Annette Messager. But the view out the window was just as compelling, if not more so.