Could we, per chance, justify another Spanish civil war, if it, like the last one, yielded another The Fifth Column – or yet a Guernica?

I really wouldn’t know, but something good should come out of this.

In any event, the conduct of generalissimo Francisco Franco’s good old La Guardia Civil, has been a proper disgrace.

So shame on you, Spain.

Estelada blava. The Catalan flag katalonsk flagg Catalonia Katalonia

Top photo: Pablo Picasso’s Guernica, 1937. Oil on canvas, 776.6 x 349.3 centimetres. Catalan flag, the Estelada blava: Blogger’s own drawing.

Local summer exhibition 2017

A quick visit to the local gallery Elisabeth G today, shot in a hurry, en route to the ferry – which accounts for the scant selection, consisting of only three.

Sadly data are equally sparse (I didn’t have the time to look for the gallerist’s catalogue, if such a thing indeed exists).

I should, of course, mention that all images are clickable for larger views.

Did I remember to tell you that I have an art blog?

It may not be much, but I do.

No, seriously.

The Blue Nile: Let’s Go Out Tonight, 1989

Music and visual art (by Edward Hopper, 1882 – 1967, as you will of course see), all at once. What’s not to like?

K for kultura

As far as I remember I promised more art by Czech artist David Černý, so here goes, starting with the massive, 11 metres tall, 39 tons heavy Franz Kafka “bust”, consisting of 42 motorised, movable panels, which unfortunately didn’t move when we visited, so stole this YouTube clip:

I did, however, manage to shoot this, the other day, in the Franz Kafka museum courtyard, named Proudy:

Please notice how the two gentlemen not only appear to be urinating on the map of the Czech republic, but also seem to write something on it (what ever it may be).

There are, of course, other Černý works to be seen, but seeing as we were here to enjoy ourselves we really didn’t mind. We did, however, stumble across this bloke, sculpted by Michal Trpák, evidently:

And, of course, Franz Kafka, once more, sitting on the shoulders of someone he (or his protagonist?) met in an early short story, Description of struggle:

This bronze sculpture by Czech sculptor Jaroslav Róna stands between Prague’s Church of the Holy Spirit and its Spanish Synagogue, in the city’s Jewish quarter.

K for Kultura – or Kafka, if you will.

The sacred and the profane

Parts of the day spent in the Prague castles, including the Saint Vitus cathedral, containing, among other pieces of clerical art, the above statue.

So no beer blogging today, although beer was indeed had, on several occasions. What goes in, however, must come out, as demonstrated by these two chaps, sculpted some twelve years ago, by the renowned artist David Černý:

Standing in the Franz Kafka museum courtyard, named Proudy, apparently, but for now: Good night from Prague.

Le penseur en dehors de la boîte

Donc je suis.


Reclining nude, Jarle Petterson, 2014.

Le dada de Dada