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“installations you can walk through, rise above your head, and all really modern” |
We wake up and head up to the Terrace in the glass atrium lifts which Billy enjoys, always taking command of the buttons. Sitting out having omelets, crepes, salmon, fruits, pastries, chirros, crème caramel, coffee and cornflakes over looking the Guggenheim Museum, this would have to be a five star breakfast. We hope we can hold onto this thought when we get back to getting to kinder/ school and work before 9.00am!!
The hotel gave us complimentary tickets to the Guggenheim; they can be sold out or take hours to queue for them. The size of the museum is impressive as are the displays inside; installations you can walk through, rise above your head, and all really modern. Thankfully, the English translation helped us fathom what we were looking at and its relevance. As Ngaire’s VCE studio arts course taught us that art can be in many forms and she could easily have work in this league! Get over to Spain Ngaire. Will and I often looked at each other with a quizzical “wot the???” expression. Some of the work stopped you mesmerized and in awe. And it went on for three hours mapping through the areas of work. The Russian exhibition went through early works and the Communist years with artwork being banned, thus some dark and clandestine topics emerged. There were works commissioned to depict an idealist government and times, when the reality was unemployment, poverty and repression. Later on the modern artists depicted getting “out” of the controlled Russia and visualizing escape. Kimmy walks through the Guggenheim mumbling “I can do better than some of this stuff” so make sure gets her paints back out back home.
Leaving the Museum we spent time in the mad, wonderful playground to rest, while Billy recharged his batteries on everything. Walking past the Museum along the river towards the city we saw instillations of fog on the river, a giant spider with legs and eggs which spooked Billy. More bridges and historic buildings and shopping in the centre. It was getting late, Kim being deserted by Billy and Will, in a clothing shop full of bargains, being given a map with how to get back to the hotel. The guys ended up at a Burger King, al of us rendezvousing in room 520 exhausted.
We went for another walk, water squirting fountain, souvenirs way too heavy i.e. excess baggage, and a supermarket dinner of Nesquick chocolate, bread rolls, fruit, and magdalenas and an evening watching Superman 2 in English. Goodnight.
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