After leaving the Malmöhus Slott/Museet and recollecting my marbles I tootled off to the Modernamuseet to have a look at their 'Supersurrealism' exhibition, based on the idea that the surreal in art precluded the Surrealist movement. As always I enjoyed the older works more than the new, I just struggle so much to connect or make sense of, at a personal level, so many post-modern works. A highlight was seeing Giuseppe Archimboldo's Vertumnus (Emperor Rudolph II) after so many years of seeing it in art books, being the classic Renaissance oddity.
Vertumnus. Yipee!
Funny little quote by the ever modest Dalì, too bad it's rounded off by that cloying final embellishment. Ick, the worst kind of writing. Typical vacuous art-wank hyperbole. I hate historic overstatements. Whines.
Big Dalì. I love how the accompanying placard said the painting contained 'subtle' sexual references. If you say so...
Swedish surrealism. Jag vill!
They had a quirky little locker system, with each door inscribed with a quote from a different artist. Cute if you ask me (Unlike the green-corner-fungus)
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