#duhem

Douai (Nord), le Musée de la Chartreuse. Une visite pour la Nuit des Musées. Ici, une mini expo "Monet-Duhem, l'Impressionnisme à Douai" :

Henri-Edmond Cross : "Jardin de roses à Monaco"

Henri Duhem : "Quai Fleurquin"

Mathilde Hautrive : "Le Canal de Venise"

Henri Duhem : "Quai Blanc, soleil couchant"

Henri Duhem : "rue de province, le 14 juillet"

Paul Duhem - Portraits (1990-1999)

Paul Duhem had been institutionalized for more than 40 years and was well into his seventies when he established a grueling quota for himself. He made up his mind that he wanted to produce six artworks a day, every day, for the remainder of his life. Each morning after taking breakfast at a hospital for mental patients in southern Belgium, he brought out his crayons and jars of paint and crayons and, in the three or four hours before lunch, produced three new drawings. Then, in the hours between lunch time and dinner, he turned out three more works. Duhem’s subjects mostly took just two forms -- a sad-eyed homme whom everybody understood to be Paul himself, and also the locked doors that he encountered everywhere in the mental institution.

"I'll say something more significant after this comment...I hope."

"We hafta sift and winnow."

"You can stipulate anything you like, but WHO CARES?"

"Babies are born with sutures in their heads. Their heads are squishy. Maybe you've thought about this before."

Shouting, waving arms. "You can't explain 'T is true' if T is false!"

"Quine is like if you took Duhem and put him on steroids. Twice."

"So you're talking about this hypothetical newborn baby with a tabula rasa or something. THAT'S not science. That's not even PEOPLE." 

"I don't CARE how much you like or dislike carrying an umbrella when it doesn't rain. That's IRRELEVANT." 

"Our theories about what makes a theory a good theory have changed too."

"Statistics is pretty much 95% a 20th century invention."