The eclectic, somehow organic contemporary modernism of Kiefer's work is cocooned within the Grand Palais, a shimmering monument of industrial modernity in the Fin-de-Cecil machine age. It seems like a very potent contrast, a commentary on both the eternally elusive nature of the future, and on our relationship with a past whose material vestiges haunt our world.

I wish I were in Paris to see this show!