So magical was the air of Paris in the early 20th century that artists flocked from all over Europe to breathe it, and to be transformed by it. But no trek was as incredible as that of Constantin Brancusi, who walked all the way from his village in Romania – a journey, says Jonathan Jones, that helps to explain the sculptor’s mix of folklore and cold surfaces of metal and stone, and the dreamy indestructiblilty of his creations.
(Jonathan Jones, The Guardian)