The last sketch.

Flight leaves at 12:20p out of Dusseldörf. No time for watercolor. Here are some sketches as a group.

Wednesday Day 5: Ramagen, Bonn

Highlights from Wednesday Day 5: Woke up in Bonn. I did a watercolor sketch of the view out the window.

Took the train to Ramagen to see the Hans-Arp Museum. Had coffee at the museum cafe. The museum was designed by Richard Meier. There was a Winter Impressionism show tied in with a bit about climate change. I'm still figuring out  how I feel about he motivation behind this. Corporate ploy, educational gimmick. or interesting juxtaposition? Matters not. It was lovely. Cameras were not allowed. I spent about (insert lost amount of time) doing quick sketches of about half the works in the show. No one noticed anything out of the ordinary.

Lunch back in Bonn at a vegetarian cafeteria. I'm beginning to lose track of the order of things. I think we stopped at AIB next and then through a graveyard on the way to the Auguste Macke House, and the Kunstmuseum.  Unfortunately the cafe was closed for dinner by the time we got there (6pm) so it was marzipan torte for me. The museum was open until 9 pm.

gardens/gravesite

California: The Huntington Beach surf cam at the Hollister Store in Germany. 

 Gabriele Münter.  

vintage Polke

Ackermann

Oehlen

Rauch

Tuesday Day 4: Brühl, Cologne, Bonn.

Tuesday Day 4: Woke up in Bonn. I did a watercolor sketch of the view out the window.

Jane has meetings all day, so I'm on my own.

Train to Brühl.
Max Ernst Museum. I am the only person touring the museum at that time of day. There were 4 guards and me. It was raining, wet, and cold. I could not have been happier. At lunch at Chez Max, the museum cafe, I had a moment of bliss acknowledging that this was my life as an artist and at that moment it was perfect. Exhibitions come and go, sales help fund the work, reviews create a sense of critical success, but eating carrot and ginger soup and having a cappuccino surrounded by wilting tulips in a warm museum cafe on a cold wet day in Brühl was Nirvana.

Schlösser Brühl. Rococo castle. Over the top Baroque. I was forced to tour the castle with a group of high school students from Italy. It took over an hour with the guide. I listened to headphones explain the rooms in English. It was fairly empty with very little furniture. Opulence was never so cold.

 I missed the train to Cologne and had to wait on the platform. 

Cologne/Köln. I could have gone back to the museums. I could have explored new museums. I could have had another cappuccino at a museum cafe, but by 3:30 pm I felt pressured to fill the role of the American Consumer. I speed-raced window shopped in the center of Köln, until I got lost and had to find my way back to the train station to catch the train located by The Cologne Cathedral.

The cathedral is the largest Gothic church in Northern Europe and has the second tallest spire in the world. This was to be my landmark, but  the shopping district in Cologne city center is so dense that I could not locate the spire. I finally made my way back to the tracks, took the train to Bonn,  met Jane at the statue of Beethoven and found refuge at the First Flush tea room. I should have spent the remainder of the day looking at art. Window shopping made me grumpy.

Monday. Day 3: Bonn, The Rhine.

Monday. Day 3: Woke up in Bonn. I did a watercolor sketch of the view out the window.

All museums are closed on Monday, except the Beethoven House, which sadly did not make triage. First stop was taking care of some business at the American Institute in Bonn.

We walked along the Rhine for about 2-3 hours. Coffee with condensed milk at the micro coffee stand along the Rhine and through a Japanese Zen Garden. Back in the city center, First Flush tea room. I could live there. My next grant app may very well be for spending time in Bonn doing watercolor studies and having coffee at the First Flush tea room every day. Civilization.

Jane led a Kundalini yoga class for her students in the evening.

"Grave of the Artist". Very old. 

Beethoven

You didn't think I'd leave Germany without going to an an overpriced old school art supply store, did you? I bought a professional grade watercolor travel set and felt guilty because I could have bought it online for less. After I used them, I was guilt-free. I'll never use student grade watercolor cakes to travel with again. Speaking of supplies, I need new paint. 

Sunday. Day 2: Cologne: der bedeutungslosigkeit des bildgegenstandes

Sunday. Day 2: Woke up in Bonn. I did a watercolor sketch of the view out the window.

View from Jane's apartment, Bonn. watercolor on paper.

We spent Sunday in Cologne.

Museum Ludwig, Köln.

• Modernist Masterpieces. The Haubrich Collection at Museum Ludwig
• Andreas Fischer. Your time is my Rolex
• Man Ray. Renate and L. Fritz Gruber archive.
• Gerhard Richter. Elbe, November, and Other Works
• Saul Steinberg. The Americans
• Art of the 20th Century 
and presence
• Cappuccino at The Ludwig Museum restaurant. Jane and I concur that museum cafes are elegant refuges and kind of a home away from home. I feel this way no matter what city I am in. Almost. 

I love this painting. ^

This is rather nice too. 

Chagall. 

Max Ernst. These look nothing like this in person. Again, photography kills the radio star.  

The thing about the Richters is that that are so deceptively about paint that photography kills them. Next time someone tells me they are painting like Richter, I will slap them. I thought the line on the floor was quite dangerous. I could have fallen into a painting if I wasn't aware of my Lean Forward: Tilt Over ratio. Geometry. 

meh. 

Fantastic show of Andreas Fischer behind the curtain. Busted for trying to snap pics. 

 WALLRAF-RICHARTZ-MUSEUM. 4 floors (?) It's getting little intense now.

A bite to eat at the Wallraf Museum cafe-I think- before heading in. Flowers everywhere. 

If you are an artist or a collector and if this is your life and work, you know that looking at art can be pleasurable but grueling. It requires some degree of mental concentration, random access to your memory database and physical stamina. Even works I'm apt to dismiss take up space and energy as I silently note why they are not working for me. Other works I strive to imprint in my mind pretending I'll be able to recall subtle nuances on demand. After awhile, it becomes pointless. I mean that in the best possible way.

Max Lieberman

Manet,  A Bunch of Asparagus

Asperagus, [from the musee-orsay in France]

Okay, so I'm cheating here so I can include this anecdote:

L'asperge [Asparagus]

The delightful story of this painting is well known: Manet sold Charles Ephrussi A Bunch of Asparagusfor eight hundred francs. But Ephrussi sent him a thousand francs, and Manet, who was a master of elegance and wit, painted this asparagus and sent it to him with a note saying: "There was one missing from your bunch".
The "mother" canvas was painted on a black background, rather like the Dutch still lifes of the17th century. Here, Manet creates a very subtle interplay between the mauves and greys of the asparagus and the colour of the marble on which it lies. He paints freely, and purely for the pleasure, demonstrating in this spontaneous work his formidable skill, his perfect taste and his humour. "This is not a still-life like the others", wrote Georges Bataille, "although still, it is, at the same time, lively".

Thus, increasingly throughout the 1880s, Manet produced small still life paintings with a few flowers or a limited number of fruits. It was as if he was producing extracts, examples of the pure essence of painting. Often they were sent to friends, personal gifts that always contained humorous asides or signs of affection and tenderness.

George Bataille. Small world. I should re-read Story of the Eye. At the time, I was a bit creeped out by it. 

 Irrelevance of The Subject. aka The Insignificance of the Picture Object. Thank you. 

Drawings by Bosch

I opted to take numerous pics or sketch, and am doing a reverse image search on Google to look up names and titles. Efficient.


For day #1 go here.

5 days, 8 museums, 4 cities. I heart Germany. Day One:

Over Spring Break I had the opportunity to be a guest artist in Bonn. I jumped on it, canceling out a workshop I had previously signed up for and diverted my professional development funds toward the airfare. Best on-the-fly decision I've ever made. (nice pun, no?) Major thanks to a professional development grant, AIB and a friend for hosting me. It was an intense trip. I will post in installments.

Highlights from Saturday. Day 1: Landed in Dusseldörf.
Julia Stoschek Collection: NUMBER SIX: FLAMING CREATURES.
Video works and installation. Great collection. I have a fairly extensive background in the history of video art thanks to logging hours upon hours of video watching at the Video Data Bank in Chicago, though I lost track of video art after returning to painting full-time in 2000.* Old and new faces here. Some of the new work was a bit shallow and high tech, albeit mesmerizing and fun to watch, while some of the older works were crudely executed with a sense of investigation of video, performance, materiality, and subject matter. Beautiful space. I encourage you to read about Ms. Stoschek and her commitment to new media.

*[Later, I will talk about The Return to Painting, Redux, as a contemporary movement that apparently is unknown outside of the major art boroughs. It came up while writing an essay for a grant app.]

Coffee and a slice of spice cake at a cafe in Dusseldörf.

No photos allowed, but I took my chances with capturing some Mike Kelley. 

Stay tuned for installment # 2.

FYI Google Image search is actually not the best way to do research.

That is all.