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', combining 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.
Colourful kite structures were suspended delicately from the ceiling. They were almost like staggered paint palettes, splashed with primary shades and contrasting sections in black. The blue hanging reminds me of an expansive lily pad, folded elegantly 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. 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 creates a cocoa bean feel. Or better still, milk and white chocolate orbs. The idea of the sweet stuff scaled up to giant snow ball proportions? Yes, please. There's an Indian sweet called peda (or penda, as they're more often called). which cracks in the same way clay does, when moulded.
I've thought about dabbling with ceramics; Imagine seeing sculptures and planters come to life from a clay mound. A mention for my appreciation of terrazzo was touched upon here. Stony 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 terrariums. It's always exciting creating a miniature landscape. Lo and behold, a greenhouse on-wheels. Where can I get one? Full of palm fronds, sansevieria and greenery. Is that an aspidistra I see?
A purply collection of leaves spread out in a corner. The colour reminded me of the 'purple shamrock' oxalis. It's an indoor plant I'd like to add to my ever-growing collection. I planted the oxalis 'iron cross' a few summers ago and I enjoy seeing them sprout in the garden, year after year. Back to our day in the museum, where we turned the corner to find this medley of detail. What to absorb first, visually? The staggered landscape had sections of adjoining kindling, leading to towering peaks. A coiled yellow wire sat on the structure, as if it was snaking through the Saharan sand.
A multitude of colour swatches were made more prominent upon wooden blocks - a Manhattan skyline of blended gradience. I flicked past rainbow shades with my eyes. There were elements of an industrial feel, with pewter lamps bent at the knees and a ladder overseeing the party. The small-scale microcosm was offset beautifully with sprigs of plants, springing from plywood boards. Tiny islands. Time for a little island hopping? I'm reminded of mini propagation lengths sitting in petite pots, ready to grow in a larger planter.
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 blue strand acts as the tie, bringing the tides together. Making waves within the city. Matchsticks are taken up a notch size-wise, to compose the large-scale scaffold. Imagine scaling down for a moment, swinging through the matchstick maze. Getting close to reach the zenith, to be rewarded with a palm plant. A worthy prize.
There's precarious balancing on plastic containers and a spirit level making sure we've achieved a harmonious balance. So many metaphors. A balance of life? It could refer to 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? Pots of beads here and there. I can relate, for sure. Tiny wooden seed beads sit in a box, awaiting a surface to adorn.
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 that is more centre stage. Maybe in nightfall, a flicked switch would allow them to play the moon, illuminating fronds and foliage. Multiple moons. 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. The installation entitled Smog|Tomorrow's sculpture has 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. The thought of a ceramic planter springs to mind, upon seeing the stony vessel sitting on the wood. What would I choose to reside in it? I'm thinking blue hydrangeas or orangey camellias.
Yes, please do bring the art outside, A concrete box allowed softness to bloom within. Wispy fronds were dotted with white feathery tips. A silvery shrub wanted to resemble the steely vessel it sat in. The blending greyish lengths spilled out from the edges. Hellebores provided a burst of petals; clusters like a delicate porcelain bauble perched on a green stalk. Textures created a further impact in this similar-toned arrangement. I've planted a cream camellia in my garden and I'm looking forward to seeing velvet petals unfurl.
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 and a sprinkle of stones. The fragrant scent filling the room will signal a change in season. It's nice how blooming buds and petals bring a little sunshine, whatever time of the year we find ourselves in.