coffee no. 139

A couple of days ago I visited a photography exhibition of Gregory Crewdson in Prague's Rudolfinum. His art is out of this world so I spent a lot of time gazing at the big colorful photos and examinating every single milimetre of them. The gallery was quite empty and silent but suddenly I heard a loud, vivid conversation in the next room. It turned out that there were two very old women, standing in front of the photo entitled 'Beneath the Roses'. I could not understant what they were talking about but both of them were mesmerized and moved. They behaved like teenage girls watching the posters of some pop star or a famous, handsome actor. It was really great observing them, particularly because I was sure that they had not appeared in Rudolfinum by accident...

The Tuning Fork by Edward Gorey

coffee no. 138

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coffee no. 137

Near the city centre there is a small quasi-professional art gallery which I pass almost every day. They sell nice jewellery and horrible paintings. About a year ago on the display appeared a big copy of Klimt's THE KISS. It was awful as hell -- different colours, shapes, everything. Moreover, the paining kept on fading in the sun shining through the window. Yesterday I noticed a jarring change --THE KISS disappeared, visibly bought by someone blind or crazy. Uffff. I was standing in front of the empty gallery display, grinning like someone who at last threw away the most ugly armchair in their house.
Today the gap has been filled. With Klimt's JUDITH, painted by the same excellent *author*...

Thank goodnes in two weeks I will have an occasion to watch a REAL Klimt at Viennese Belvedere.