David Hockney’s most ambitious retrospective yet takes over Fondation Louis Vuitton, offering an immersive journey through seven decades of bold color, reinvention, and radical joy.
Paris has never been afraid of a little drama. Especially not when it comes with brushstrokes by David Hockney, whose decades-spanning exhibition just made its grand entrance at Fondation Louis Vuitton.
The name? David Hockney: A Year in Normandie and a Chronology. The vibe? Something between a technicolor dream and a diary kept in paint, pixels, and pure, unapologetic life.
This isn’t just another retrospective. It’s the retrospective.
Because it’s huge. Literally. Over 400 works—from the splashy Californian pools of the ’60s to recent iPad sketches drawn with the urgency of youth, not age.
We’ve seen retrospectives. We’ve walked the rooms, read the labels, nodded knowingly. But this one? It breathes. It laughs. It dares.
Hockney isn’t being preserved here—he’s being amplified.
That spaceship of glass in the Bois de Boulogne was practically built for moments like this. Spacious, airy, and avant-garde, the Fondation Louis Vuitton doesn’t house art—it elevates it.
Hockney’s panoramic A Year in Normandie, stretching more than 90 meters, snakes through one of the museum’s sweeping galleries like a modern-day Bayeux Tapestry with trees, clouds, and the occasional chicken. Yes, chickens. And why not?
The architecture becomes part of the story, folding the viewer into the rhythm of the seasons and the pulse of a life observed.
It just might be.
At 86, the Yorkshire-born artist is still sketching, still innovating, still delighting in the way light hits a leaf. We see it in his early Los Angeles pools, where water flickers like stained glass. We feel it in his digital drawings, made during lockdown with the urgency of someone refusing to be still.
This is not a goodbye. This is a victory lap with a sketchbook in hand and color running wild.
Hockney didn’t just make a splash—he drenched us. In sunlight. In mischief. In memory.
This is a show that doesn’t just look back; it expands. A living, laughing, painting man reminding us that art doesn’t age—it evolves.
And maybe, just maybe, we needed that reminder.
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