The Guggenheim

As you round a corner in a pretty commercial street you suddenly are taken by the form that blocks your progress, and you have difficulty deciding between looking at "Puppy" which is vaguely recognisable as a puppy, or trying to comprehend the silver shapes that at once appear to come towards you and recede into the hillside behind. 

What can anyone say to describe this structure.?

And how can you take enough photographs to portray it accurately?

Perhaps it is best not to try and simply let the images speak for themselves.




Night Time

Puppy still on guard.

Jim Dine's Venuses take on new dimensions that transform with every step you take. 

And steps you must take to climb back up to the rectangular world we normally inhabit.


The Guggenheim, for some reason known only to itself has a rule forbidding photography of any type inside the museum. In a pathetic, ludicrous and utterly laughable effort to enforce this nonsensical rule, the camera nazis at the entrance take any camera they see outside of a camera bag and seal it inside a plastic bag.

In spite of, or perhaps because of, this rule Trisha managed to cut open the plastic bag and proceed to use her very small 'secret squirrel' camera to take the following shots of an interior totally unlike any other any of us had ever experienced.





Below we looked out to see one of Louise Bourgeois' 'Spiders' on the forecourt.

Below is particularly appealing and evocative interior shape that serves no readily discernible purpose save to help transform this construction from a building into a gigantic work of pure sculpture.