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I am in my 20's and a passionate student, majoring in Psychology. I was born and brought up in Germany, moved around about 4923 times and recently moved in with my lovely boyfriend Mr. Bubbles (no that is not his actual petname), who affectionately shares the space in my green Bubble.

I am a raging, almost melodramatic observant, who picks up on body language and gestures like no other. I love to spending my days out and about and observe anything that comes my way, just so I can report it to whoever is around me.

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Saturday, January 16, 2010

Day 6: Art is all about "randomity", or what?

Day cold, therefore sightseeing = inside. Best option? Exactly, a museum!

Angry as a group and pissed off as individuals, we had to go somewhere where we could split and be by ourselves, but still together, so we decided to go to the Guggenheim museum. They gave us a free audio tour, where we could be together but still in your own little world with your headphones.

The Guggenheim building was great. It is almost set up in the form of a snail shell. One starts at the biggest bottom end and slowly walks up the upward spiraling walk way. That was about all that was great. The name and the building were the most impressive. A couple of great pieces by Van Gogh that I liked. Most of the paintings were by unknown artists, and the art was crap to me. It was almost as if you could create anything you wanted, interpret and assume some random stuff about the paintings, die and then become famous. I felt cheated actually. The art was crap and all you need is a story for it to sell. There was this German artist, and he had just drawn shapes onto the canvas and then titled it according to the shapes. For example, there was a line drawn across the canvas, a couple of shapes on the left of the line and on the right. The title of this drawing was something like the balancing or separating line or something like that. I mean how inventive right?

The best bit about it was the 2 rooms, filled with almost nothingness.

Room 1, some German artist had painted some grey paint on the floor and it looked like water coming from underneath one of the walls, dropped a lightbulb in the middle and attached a cable to it, which was plugged into a plugpoint on the floor. Interpretation? The modern art is dissolving into nothingness. Or something of that sort.

Room 2, the room was massive and white. It was separated into 2 sections by this really long golden bead curtain that one would walk through, only to find a sheet (90 cms by 90 cms) of 99% pure gold on the floor. That was it. I can't even remember the story to this one.
It was just bizarre.

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