So the museum where they had moved the prints near the Parliament building was a few miles away. So, having already walked a lot, I decided to take a tram.
The tram lines are covered with grass. I guess that's nice. At least as long as you don't trip on the rails crossing because you think it is just some grass.
My first clue this might be a someone strange museum was this when I reached the museum.
Yes, Stalin in a phone box.
At least they gave him a reading light...
There was no note or anything to explain this.
I have nothing to offer in that regard either.
At least the broken bridge in the algae covered pond had a note...
A lot of the stuff in the museum was strange to me. Even reading the note didn't help much.
I'm not sure why FedExing yourself copper blocks and leaving the tags on is art.
I'm not saying it isn't. I'm just saying I've got no idea why it is art or what it is supposed to show.
I have no idea if this was an exhibit or litter.
This is clearly art. But, again, no idea what it's trying to say. Maybe it is art in Dutch?
I don't know what this one is supposed to mean. But the body inside the top bit makes me think it is the funeral for music on MTV.
The note on this one just doesn't help at all.
I guess this one is supposed to be disturbing. They got that part down alright.
The note for this one shows even they don't know what it means.
I did finally get to the part of the museum that had the sort of art I had expected.
I find this one very interesting.
I wonder a lot about that one. Two guys painted by Rembrandt and they just dismiss it as "because they had exotic features". Even when he painted this he was a well known artist. What are the stories of these two guys? I'd like to think they had interesting ones and that had something to do with this too.
But, I guess I won't know.
When I came out, Stalin in the phone booth was still waiting.
So, I decided to go to the beach.