Due to an overwhelming number of requests for the opportunity to spot cars, we took a second trip to the place that a certain car spotter worships. Yes we went back to that same intersection that somehow yielded more nuggets than London's hallowed Sloane Street. This would be maxillianstrasse, the spelling of which I am probable butchering badly. Anyways, we struck a compromise: museums first, then cars. Below you see the main entrance to one of Munich's four main art museums, the modern one.
It had a great collection of Max Beckmann, who A and I both love. He was labeled a degenerate artist of course, and lived in exile for many years. He taught in the US at one point and when I was in school, we used to quote something he was supposed to have said often to his students when encouraging their pallet choices: "bleck! Bleck! More bleck!"
I didn't take any photos of his work but if you click here you can read a little about him and check some images out:
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Max_Beckmann
I also got to see a Paula Modersohn-Becker but apparently I walked too closely to a sculpture and was chastised by a guard so we left shortly after. But not before stopping for a snack at the cafe:
This was a square we walked through to get to the beer garden. So crowded everywhere. People walking, riding bikes, driving like maniacs. It was quite chaotic. We went through this gate and walked along a park and ended up at the car spotting corner eventually, where N stationed himself for maximum car spottage and we sat at a cafe and intermittently watched a very dramatic soccer game.










I had to look up Beckman in Wikopedia to put the images with the name. Something I could never to do is what art must do: represent the horrors of human cruelty with a courageous beauty. That's what the immaculate Nazis called degenerate. ... A mile from Cassini Ranch it was 97 degrees.
ReplyDelete...A refreshing 75 degree breeze is wafting through our trailer. We'd still rather be at the beer garden in Munich, watching Nate salt-spotting. pp