Museum Island in a piece of living art unto itself, how lucky a city to have a cluster of buildings with stunning architecture and urban-scapes, complete with great restaurants right around the corner, I fell in love immediately. Having the pass made museums a consistency through out my days, being so easy to just stop in and have lunch on your own and then take one section each day, no rush to see every room, and no disappointment on your walk back when you hear how you had missed a whole wing. How often could you think to yourself, 'wow I couldn't find Nefertiti's bust, guess I just have to come back again since I have to go see Richard III...' there is no negative outcome, life can't get much better than that sentence.
It's an unusual form of irritation and no greater annoyance than being unable to stand in front of a work long enough to feel as though you saw and felt all there was to give, and instead have to rush through just to feel accomplished.
Some paintings I would return to multiple times, and sketch from multiple angles. I drove one security guard crazy, as he would stand next to me the entire time I was sketching to be sure that I wouldn't get too close, since I obviously look like a crazy radical artwork toucher.
Hearing a museum to have a collection of Picasso's work, you only expect it to maybe have 5 to 7, because that's reasonably impressive. Walking into a winding staircase with three floors full of mixed-medias, sculptures, and more than the usual Demoiselles d Avignon, half of the works I had never even seen or thought to have been one of Picasso's. I was enamored with his constant change of pace style showed how he surpassed generations of design aesthetic.
Some doodles:
inspired by Jakob Steinhardt's Die Stadt, 1913
at the IM-EX exhibit
Inspired by the Picasso Exhibit
Quick Statue Sketches outside of the IM-EX exhibit while we wait in line
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