A Visit to the Museum

We don't go into town as often as we used to, so we have to make a date for such an outing.  Sometimes we like to pair it with biking, and that was my idea.  I had an appointment yesterday morning for an English lesson and we sorta kinda planned I'd take the train and the bike, Werner would meet me later, we'd visit the exhibit and then bike home.

Well, no.  The weather did not cooperate - coolish and wettish.

OK, we'll do it Friday. As retired folks, we can be really flexible.  But our wires got crossed and Werner had thought to dress up and go for a cultural afternoon while I wanted to bike and do sporty.  We compromised and got dressed up.

The museum's permanent collection is shut down for several months while they get ready for a major exhibition in the fall, but there have been some smaller interesting offers in the meantime. In fact, we were there in June to see an exhibit about the Bremen Town Musicians.  It's been 200 years since the Grimm Brothers published the book that included that story, so the town is celebrating - the museum, too, with playful riffs on the usual.

Funny!  Of course there were plenty of more serious references with books and documents and letters.

Today's exhibit featured Karin Kneffel, pretty well known in Germany and a former professor at the College of Art here in Bremen, so good connections.

Well, that was a Wow. I loved her early works of oversized realistic fruits.

She was also fascinated by the Bauhaus movement, the works of Mies van der Rohe, architecture, the art of Gehard Richter.  So many of the paintings were multi-layered and three-dimensional that worked on so many levels:  looking through a window into another window with reflections in the window of what was behind the viewer.

The space is spacious and asks you to sit down and look.

What a nice afternoon.

Then there was lunch - outside since it was mid-70s and not wettish.  Afterwards we walked along the main street of the Viertel (The Quarter), a lively and artsy and edgy part of town.  I couldn't live there, but it's great to wander.

Ah, it's good to be retired.