Day No. 28 - Guggenheim- Bilbao

Wow, what a night, the topic of computers accompanied me for many hours. Especially the Spanish keyboard. Z and Y swapped, ü, ö and especially my beloved ä not present. Also our beautiful German ß not to find. All surely only a question of habituation. 

But if in the middle of the night, the passwords necessary for the setup are missing and these are then also teeming with special characters, it is with the mood... Who carries on vacation his product keys for Office, Parallels, Dropbox and other? - But in the end, especially strengthened by the morning coffee, I get the essentials to work. 

So nothing stands in the way of our visit to the Guggenheim Museum. So again with the metro to Bilbao, small stopover in the Brass and then we are finally in front of the Guggenheim Museum. For this, surely almost everything has been written, which one can only write. - Therefore I write simply, which impression the exhibition had on me. I was flashed by the building, both from the outside and the inside. The materials alone: the facade of titanium, sandstone and glass, in combination with waves, arches and curves. Anyone who knows how elaborate a zinc facade is can imagine the effort that went into this. - Because of the impact of this building, I can well understand why U.S. architect Philip Johnson commented on it by saying, "If a building is like this, then screw art." What I find exciting is that the exhibition, already outside and therefore accessible to everyone, begins. I didn't think I would find Puppy, a monumental West Highland Terrier in the form of a "patchwork quilt" of flowers cool. - Yet that's exactly what he is. Maman, a spider sculpture said less to me for that. Although it was exciting what feelings this apparently triggered in many viewers. 

There was also a lot to see inside: Yves Klein, Robert Rauschenberg, Andy Warhol and Jeff Koons. But once again, I was particularly taken with Gerhard Richter. - Local patriotism? No, his painting of Marina makes me literally feel the sea. One, in this case me, means to be able to smell it. Fascinating, I feel this picture more real than a glossy photograph, and that although it seems too washed out in various areas. - So more sea, quite our motto. 

But I was also deeply impressed by Richard Serra's works. The steel plates, which are a good four meters high, certainly open up in different ways for each viewer. Above all, time seems to get lost here. However, I was particularly impressed by the lightness of these sculptures weighing tons. The forms reminded me of sand dunes, time seemed to trickle away. - I would like to know the feelings of other viewers on this. 

So we liked it, for Torgit the visit Guggenheim exhibition has another meaning. Again one more hack on the lion list.