Art in Wilhelmshaven

Werner was really interested in going to an exhibit in Wilhelmshaven, way up there near the North Sea.

The artist (and here is a tongue-breaker of a name) Norbert Schwontkowski, was born and (a lot later, but not as later as he would have liked), died in Bremen.  He had a life-long connection with this "Village on the Weser"  as he called it.

Werner  planned it as a day for just the two of us, a little intimate vacation.  Visit the exhibit, head over to Neuharlingungsiel for tea in the afternoon.  We've been there several times, once with Mother when she came to visit, and it's a special place for us. Ah, what dreams we have.

We left later than we planned, but that's nothing new.  In the rain, but that's nothing new.

Along the way, there were wind farms. It's a bit hard to see all these wind turbines, but they are there in abundance.  Also, nothing new.  But do please note that here in Germany we have had some days of negative energy, meaning we produce more than we use, all of it from renewables.  Go Green!

The Kunsthalle.  Wilhemlshaven is not such a big place, but they are proud of their gallery.

The exhibit was interesting. The artist came late to painting, made a (local) name for himself and then in his 60s  found an international audience.

I don't try to interpret too much, but some of these paintings seemed to ask for interpretation.  My favorite was this one:  a painting of doors, taken from their hinges, propped against a wall.  Doors that open to nothing but all have peep holes.  Where is this door going to take you??

Here, a smashed window, above DIA MAN TEN written above.  Diamonds are no longer there.  Perhaps they never had value.

OK.  We're hungry and we find a local fish restaurant (we are at the North Sea!) and then head back to the car to drive to our next destination.

CRAAACCCKKKK!  What a not-wonderful noise from under the hood. We call the ADAC and 90 minutes later (other folks needing attention) our angel arrives.  Yow.  He looks 15 years old and after listening to the noise brings out a hammer and a long steel rod.  And he hammers.  I am not impressed.

And then I am impressed.  He explains the glitch, says we should go home and not turn off the motor since there's a 50/50 this would happen again.  Take the car to the garage, he says, but it is OK to drive. So we did.

But then we made a boo-boo.  Instead of taking the same way home, we thought we'd take the ferry and then we got to the ferry and realized we'd have to turn off the motor, which was a no-no, so we drove another HOUR to get home to avoid the ferry!!!!!

I am tired.

But we make it finally.  The car is at the shop, we have walked ourselves home, had some dinner and decided it may be time to turn in the old BMW.

But maybe not.  Our car is also a piece of art.
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P.S.  It was the starter.  After almost 30 years, the starter gave out.  Hard to complain about that.  So, now we have a "new" car, at least until the next really old part gives out!  All our mechanics love this car!