I arrived by train at 10.10 am local time. A few seconds later I had
the museum in sight.
While in the train, I suddenly realized that I had given the Turkish
dream group the wrong time. However, the post on the Bulletin Board had
the correct time.
I entered the museum at 10.16 am, bought a ticket, then descended into
the museum. I went to the part under the Coop Himmelb(l)au pavillion, which is
where current exhibitions are displayed. I spent the entire half hour
there. What can I say. It's big, and there's a lot to see.
The current exhibition is titled Nocturnal
Emissions, showcasing the work of several artists. They all
have very different ways of expression. All I can say is that old
fashioned painting is not really used much.
There's little to report about people in the museum. There were few at
this relatively early moment of the day.
Notes for the jury
This target provides a huge amount of material, not only for the building itself,
but also due to the wide variety of objects, installations, and videos on
on display within the museum. I'm hoping that some people will get that there are
multiple buildings, or better yet, that this could be a museum.
[These photos are made with a mobile phone. They look fuzzy, but the colors are much more pronounced.]
[This is the inside of the Coop Himmelb(l)au pavillion. If you're there,
you think the floor is wrong, while in fact the walls are to blame for that illusion.]
[Just to show you the colors, which are stronger inside than on the outside of the buildings.]
[The windows start at shoulder height, which means you can only just peek
outside. You're walking up to your waist in the water, or further
depending on the weather.]
There's some room to fill up, so here's a dream I had this morning.
There's a young German man standing next to me, the cool artist type.
Somebody hands him tobacco. He signals me not to tell anyone. I don't care.
He asks me to fish out the shit. I take a look.
The hashish part has to do with a movie I saw last night. Somebody getting hurt
in his face came up in a dream a day before.
The next moment I've got two little pieces of hashish in my hands.
Right, that's what he meant with shit. He repeats not to tell anyone. Sure, ok.
Judging by his face, the man seems satisfied with what I've done for him. For a while
he makes a weird side to side wobbling movement
Now, I'm to slap him in his face. I understand that this will somehow benefit him, but can't
think of any reason why. I don't like doing it.
He briefly changes the topic, then asks me again. Well, ok, if he insists.
All the time, another man has been standing silently along with us, next to