We start the day with 3 vernissage's at Södermalm.We contemplate the paintings by Anna Rabe at Galleri Helle Knudsen.
As usual, the painting I like the most has been bought by the Swedish bank, Handelsbanken.
The other one I liked a lot... is absent from the flyer.
It is number 9, priceless number 9!
The exhibtion is a success: not a single title, not a single frame, not a single autograph. What do we see?
Nature and architecture that fade away. The forms are deliquescent, the colours are bleaching, the strong lines of the buildings are dirty and flattened. The perspective is dead. Everything is flat, white, common.
Once again, I feel like as if I were in a book by Jean Baudrillard.
The artistic gesture is discreet, the meaning of the piece of art is mute, the form disapears in the content. Everything has been precisely thought.
A real success.
Then, we go on with an exhibition by Karin Pontoppidan while drinking a glass of white wine.
Welcome to my world is the title of this event.
Once again, the exhibition works very well.
By exploring Pontoppidan's world, we get in contact with daily motives that rarely become pieces of art.
The jewels we see show elderly people, irons, tools, and so on. As the metal bits are softly torn and illustrated, the viewer has to be very close to these small objects to discover their meaning.
They are protected by a glassbox and lay on other white boxes on the ground.
We remain distant and the whole installation works: we become peeping toms staring at pieces of intimacy that -for once- have become noble themes, and noble jewels. Welcome to Pontoppidan's world!
Third exhibition, red wine, nuts and candies.
Ulrika Andersson plays with the imagery of the 1950's nurses.
Glamour, fear, medical mistakes, tortures, cures, sexy nurses with white uniforms inhabit the local. The first impression is ludic: coulourful silhouettes, good morality and the eternal health take us into Ulrika Andersson's universe.
Then, we discover blood, needles, poisons... and the job takes another rawer dimension. To be a nurse is to accompany people from their first breath to their last one. From birth to disease, from love of this world to its fear. Third great exhibition for this day!
Coffee Break
Homemade muffins with coffee from 7 11 at Maria Magdalena graveyard. It is very sunny and very peaceful.
Opera
For the first time since 2006, we go to the opera.
The Rake's Progress by Igor Stravinsky occupies the end of this lucky day.
I have problems with the drama of the story that misses rhythm during the end.
I know it always takes a while to die on an opera stage, but this time, it was almost unbearable. I laugh when Tom thinks it was a pity for this world that he would die (what a narcissist!).
I am not impressed by the half tenor's performance. The best one -as often- is the soprano, Lisa Larsson - aka Ann Trulove.
The Rake's Progress from another performance with Samuel Ramey among others:
(Painting by Anna Rabe copied from: http://www.omkonst.com/Bilder07/rabe1.jpg)
(Painting by William Hogarth copied from: http://hd.se/multimedia/dynamic/00368/110467_1535776_jpg_368375d.jpg)
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