Seen stunting on Kurfürstenstr. West Berlin acid lime green Lamborghini Gallardo LP570-4 Superleggera. “Do I look like a baller?”
Best new show right now: Vida.
It’s International Museum Day in Germany. And I’ve spent much of it in die grüne Hölle, ’cos this weekend it’s 24 Hours Nürburgring. Which is also art. And there’s the ring°werk museum there, so we’re sorted for museums.
But MedievalPOC has been Twitting some of my photographs from 4 ½ years of museum-ing and I’m kinda shocked at how much art I saw and photographed (and the hours I spent in Photoshop prepping, hours spent blogging), and how much I’ve forgotten until I’m reminded again. And embarrassed by my earlier photographs, so many of which I wish I could go back and retake.
Hans Baldung Grien’s Der Dreikönigsaltar was one of the very first works I saw, four years ago on my first visit to Berlin’s Gemäldegalerie, and returned to many times. The best photos I took of it was in 2015, in Gemäldegalerie — St Mauritius and Companions, which was for MedievalPOC, and I said, “This is for @mediavalpoc. I look at art far more closely because of them.” I look at the world far more closely because of her.
One last thing: I’ve never photographed the exterior wings of this altarpiece. St Katharina is on one, she who is the patron saint of scholars, spinsters, and knife sharpeners, and who has appeared alongside St Mauritius all the way back to the earliest extant work of him, the sculptures in Dom zu Magdeburg St. Mauritius und Katharina.
Oh, and all my visits to museums are here: Museums « supernaut.
Art on International Museum Day.
24 hour sci-fi sonic kinetic endurance live art. “… hollow-eyed victims of some sort of weird abuse.”
And that’s my next 24 hours taken care of.
It felt like Gough Whitlam inside.
Seen up in Pankow opposite the former East-Berlin Australian Embassy. Shiny red Mercedes-Benz L 319 of the Löschgruppenfahrzeug 8 type from sometime 1955–1967. “If I fill up my tank, it’ll make me late.”
Seen repeatedly on my Straße in Kreuzberg. Gold Brembos boxed in by all that big German Whip. And Volvos. V70s over there. “Who told you I move like pauper?”
Seen in Kreuzberg. Debadged, murdered, on black Borbet A rims. “Man’s just try’na stack paper …”