Before we made our way back to Luxembourg airport, we had some time in our day to fit in art. There's always time for art. Oh, it was a toasty day. Check out sis's video and you can catch a moment of our sweltering walk to this expansive glass building. We visited the Mudam Modern Art Museum, where there was an exhibition featuring the work of artist Susumu Shingu. Continuous streams of water jetted out from multiple squiggly lengths. It was quite mesmerizing to watch how it all synched in tandem, each arching arm making way for the next. The sculptural forms are 'underpinned by the harmonious quest for the rhythms and vibrations of nature', delicately melding the elements of water, wind, light and rain,
Curved yellow strips in the air billowed like chip sails, in search of an island awash with condiments. We're only missing a giant burger akin to the inflatable found at Supermarket Sweep. That would've been the bonus I'd have picked, had I been old enough to make it on the show. Or, seeing as I'm taking it back. watching Get Your Own back straight after school, to see over-sized chips being caber-tossed into a huge chip box costume. I may have digressed slightly. All this talk of potato goodness. While we're here talking food, we'll take it to the next course. For dessert, let's go with an Indian sweet I'm quite fond called halwa. It's fair to refer to it as the 'paper' dessert, what with it's sheet-like appearance. A page you'd happily bookmark or on this occasion, tear off a corner to nibble. Ethereal white pods floated overhead, with the flat panels reminiscent of this sweet treat.
Colourful kite structures were suspended delicately from the ceiling. They were almost like staggered paint palettes, splashed with primary shades and contrasted with sections in black. The blue hanging reminds me of an expansive lily pad, folded elegantly on itself at the edges. The shape is also reminiscent of the Monstera Deliciosa leaf, pierced with Swiss cheese holes, Either way, I'd like to glide into the air and hop effortlessly from one pad to the other. Many different things come to mind when I see such art forms, which you can probably tell by now. This feels like a good place to share my musings. It's great how art can be so subjective and offer a variety of interpretations...or even have what's on your mind at the time influence the picture. The constellation of yellow cheese slices would make a great feature in that aforementioned burger. Food, yes. Seeing food in pretty much everything...
Following the path around the staircase, we found these plump creations entitled 'Speakers', by the artist Katinka Bock. Formed from clay, indented bean bags of the stony kind come to mind. The brown suede-like appearance and colour of the ball has a cocoa bean feel about. Or better still, milk and white chocolate orbs. A concept of the sweet stuff scaled up to giant snow ball proportions? Yes, please. So much foodstuff comes to mind, I could be here a while. There's an Indian sweet called peda (or penda, as we call them). which cracks in the same way clay does when moulded. Ras malai deserves a mention too, without a doubt. The Diwali feels are staying with me. Then there's classic dough balls. I'm thinking Pizza Express. Yum. I know they do a sweet cinnamon-dusted version for the festive time of the year, although the ones spread with garlic butter can do no wrong for me.
I've thought about dabbling with ceramics; Imagine seeing sculptures and planters come to life from a small solid lump. A mention for my appreciation of terrazzo was touched upon here. Rock formations were scaled to epic proportions in that particular post too. The combination of greenery and multi-sized stones is my go-to blend for the terrariums I create. The excitement of designing and arranging miniature landscapes is real. Lo and behold, a greenhouse on-wheels. Where can I get me one of these? Full of palm fronds, sanseveria and general lushness. Is that an aspidistra I see? I'm getting ideas of scaling up the size of the terrariums I create. I can imagine it now - a general stroll around, having all things green in tow. It's that, or finding a way to condense the whole structure key-ring size, easily fitting into a pocket. A slightly more portable option I guess.
I spotted a purply hued collection of leaves splayed in the corner. The beetrooty/aubergine shade reminds me of an indoor plant I'd like to add to my ever-growing collection. The 'purple shamrock' oxalis is what I have in mind, which reminds me of the oxalis 'iron cross' plant. I planted some mini bulbs of the latter a few summers ago and I enjoy seeing them sprout in my garden, year on year. In my excitement on this particular day, it appears I forgot to take note of the artist's name and details conveying their intention. This is the case with the take-me-with-you greenhouse and the sculptural collaboration of paraphernalia below. Researching the exhibition online hasn't proved too fruitful, so if you happen to come across the creators' name, do inform me and I'll happily credit. Until then. let me offer some insight into my interpretation of this medley of detail...
We were invited to inspect a cacophony of materials, colour and texture. What to absorb first, visually? The staggered landscape had neat sections of adjoining kindling, leading to a towering peak. A coiled yellow wire sat on the structure, as if it was snaking through the Saharan sand. Layers of colour swatches. I flicked past rainbow shades with my eyes. Glanced at pastel shades made more prominent upon wooden blocks - a Manhattan skyline of blended gradience. There were elements of an industrial feel, with pewter lamps bended at the knees and a ladder overseeing the party. The small-scale microcosm was offset beautifully with sprigs of plants, springing from plywood boards. Little islands. Will I be island hopping? I'm reminded of mini propagation lengths sitting in tiny pots, ready to make their mark in a planter. The anacampseros at home should be blooming in no time.
Yarn found itself weaving through cement tiles, creating a vivid abstract pattern. It coursed its way from the hoop into the metal pole. That's some strong thread, piercing into such robust materials. Or, so it appears. The witchcraft of a needle, made from the same metal of Thor's hammer, is more alluring. The blue strand acts as the tie, bringing the tides together,. Making waves within the city. Small boxes of the light bulb, drink carton and bric-a-brac sort. Elements which may have been recycled, elevated to art status. Matchsticks are taken up a notch size-wise, to compose the large scale scaffold. Imagine scaling down for a moment, being able to swing through the matchstick maze. Striking a flame with every ascending movement. The tips act as a lit-up garden torch, rather than reducing everything to dust. Getting close to reach the zenith, to be rewarded with a palm plant. Sounds about right,
There's precarious balancing on plastic containers and a spirit level making sure we've achieved a harmonious balance. So many metaphors. Is it a balance of life? A feeling of uncertainty as we climb higher towards our dreams? It could be the dramatic increase in awareness of plastic and how it is polluting the environment. The perched plant at the peak - maybe it highlights being able to survive, yet only once we've addressed problems at the root of the cause. Plastic sprigs. Tell me these islands will be around for millennia...not because they're non-biodegradable, but because they have vines to grow, As much as I'd like to see it, I doubt the greenery here will come to spread throughout the composition.
Pots of beads here and there. I can relate, for sure. Tiny wooden seed beads sit in a box, awaiting that metaphorical needle to come on through. A mini mushroom lamp is distanced away from it all. The source of where it all starts. That light-bulb idea formulating an entire world? We've got the piercing sun outside, as well as a lamp arching high above, representing that solar energy. Different sized lamps feature - from the one tucked away on the wooden ledge, to the angular-armed one making a point. Maybe in nightfall, a flicked switch would allow them to play the moon, illuminating fronds and foliage. Multiple moons. Lunar life could take over, casting shadowy silhouettes and bringing out midnight hues from vibrant palettes. Areas of particular interest could be brought into the spotlight. There's magic found in the everyday. No room for considering objects as mundane here.
The russet room. This installation entitled Smog|Tomorrow's sculpture is also by the sculptor Katinka Bock. There is the intention of exploring energy states, with the flowing of heat and experimenting with physical processes. Swaying pendulums, trying to find that steady balance once again. Do the scales tip in favour of cement or the length of thread? It's a continuous play. Could the strength of a petal on one end, tip it either way? The thought of a ceramic planter springs to mind and what should be chosen to reside in it. I'm thinking blue hydrangeas or white camellias. Copper vessels are an idea. I imagine a green patina adding to the lure, once the rain takes over. Maybe abstract-shaped vases, creating a gallery outdoors. I'd patiently walk around the vast patio, intently studying the forms. There'd be something new to take in every time. A study of the calming kind.
Yes, please do bring the art outside, A concrete slab was carved with the internal section missing, allowing for softness to bloom within. Wispy fronds were dotted with white feathery tips. A silvery shrub wanted to resemble the steely vessel it sat in, with greyish lengths blending with it's surroundings. Hellebores provided a burst of petals; the clusters like a delicate porcelain bauble perched on a green stalk. In my garden at home, I planted a small creamy-hued camellia in a flower bed, in the hopes of seeing it grow. There's two huge camellia bushes I walk past in the area near my home, which bloom with beautiful red/orange flowers. It showed the potential of how large the plant could be. It's been a few years now and it's not showing any signs of taking to the clay-based soil. I'm thinking of retrieving it and planting it in a pot with soil it prefers. Hopefully, this will be a better starting point for the roots to seep through and take hold.
As well as considering springtime fleurs (especially as the skies are currently stony-toned), I've been thinking about the flora we have around us in winter. The rich hues of poinsettia, the delicacy of snowy cyclamen and the mini globes of hyacinth bulbs. There's whole worlds within. I planted some bulbs recently, where they're nestled in terracotta with a sprinkle of stones. The fragrant scent filling the room will signal a change in season. Flora/greenery changes the entire feel of a space, where I'm thinking jasmine, miniature roses or colourful bromeliads should grace a place near me next, An ever-growing collection of sprawling buds and leaves. Happy.