We had a really quick visit with René, Rima and Amina, ate some food, played SnapChat (good grief, you can make yourself look amazingly stupid and silly with that App, but we had a lot of laughs!), and then Sunday morning after breakfast Werner and I took a tour of the current exhibit at the Paula Modersohn-Becker Museum.
Fascinating subject for me since I don't do it well. At all. Never have. But since about 1990, it's been a more serious issue.
The last few weeks or so I have been doing something different. Rather than ignoring the clock when I wake up in the night, I have been looking at it. Last night, I woke up seven times and looked at the clock. Went to bed at 11:30, got up at 8:00 and was awake 7 times. The longest sleep time was not quite two hours. I think when these artists do sleep images, they don't do me.
But OK. We were guided through the exhibit by our favorite art historian, Herr Detlef Stein, who makes it all interesting and fun.
There were portraits of artists sleeping. Here, Frau Modersohn-Beckers husband.
There was a five-hour film by Andy Warhol of a friend of his, sleeping. Black and white. No sound. R E A L L Y boring, but so it is with performance art. A couple of other modern pieces were there that do not speak to me.
I think my favorite was an impressionist rendering of an unmade bed. I can't seem to find a copy on the internet (and they don't like you taking pics in this museum), so you will just have to imagine a cloud of white and gray that looks at once inviting and ethereal. There, you have it!
Afterwards, we took a walk along the river. In the sun. And the C O L D with wind blowing in our faces till we couldn't stand it anymore and turned around to walk back ...
... to the coffee house for cake. Of course.
Black Forest Cake and Sacher Torte. Now, that's some art!
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