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SM's

A fitting name for this museum since it definitely can be regarded as SM visiting some of the current expositions in the SM's. The final exposition we visited was really abysmal, although that is way to fancy word for it... what gave it away really, was that for all the expositions, I was not allowed to carry my bag, it had to be locked away, BEFORE I entered, but for this last encore of Art, I was urged to bring my bag... like they wanted to get rid of something...

The appearance outside was already a bit worrying... but he... it's Art!

Once inside though... this exposition didn't really elevate itself over the first downwards spiraling impressions... the top right pillar just showcased a brushed metal box that looked like something Eric Lucassen on occasion used to stick his dick in to practice shoving it down letterboxes to tick of his neighbours... the rest... up until now... I do not know what it was supposed to be...

... no matter the angle of view... the minimalistic surroundings - an abandoned office building at the point of collapse - did not add to the collection either... or maybe it did...

... we stumbled across some Art on a wall...

.. and some more Art on another wall... fittingly entitled 'The story of the sad tulip'...

... and there was some 'live' Art... green moss covered bricks piled up on the floor...

... under - in regular intervals - an active sprinkler... don't you tell me this ain't Art... at least it gave us a smile...

... this was definitely the highlight of this exposition... it at least had the faint scent of some simple form of art...

... and there was some hovering Art as well... I felt like I watched what no men had watched before... I am not even sure it was dead (Jim)...at least I guess it's definitely become Art now because I photographed it...

...and there was more, like yellow post-its with some cheesy sentences ('I am really a post-it!') written on them,... a dark room with some leaky sour drainage... although this might have just been an actual leaky sour drainage.

To top it off... leaving this exposition, just outside the collapsing building... some lady walking her dog was trying to make sure the dog had really done his thing... by sticking her finger in the dog his... yup really... the four legged friend must have felt like a dude from the Dutch Antilles arriving at Schiphol Airport...

Nope... this wasn't Art... it was the best thing on display this afternoon... a cheese cake I ordered at the Italian restaurant inside the museum.

(In all fairness, the exposition of Martha Rosler was survivable.)

All you can eat

Went for a bike ride and stopped for lunch in a small town bar..., the note says "delicious fried eggs", and the last line on the note reads "really everything is possible in here"...

Is it? Is it really?

There are more people around observing notes.

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