The featured exhibit upstairs was the work of Clay Ketter, who does work based on construction, turning photographs of textured walls and other things into paintings and sculptures. I have to ponder his work more because it is rich and complicated in themes as well as interesting to look at.
Downstairs was a HUGE hall full of photographs including work by Diane Arbus, Lee Friedlander, Robert Frank, and a lot of talented people I’d never heard of before. There are also some people, like Larry Clark, whose work concerns me, but even that seems like a stretching experience. (I tried to make links for all those people, but it didn't work and I don't have the patience to do it over. Google them if you need to see their works.)
The other museum of the day was the Medelhavsmuseet, which has a large collection of Cypriot, Greek, Roman, and Egyptian antiquities. They display their mummies, which is becoming more and more unusual. I loved the illuminated manuscripts in Arabic and the Irani ceramics in particular. I’m still trying to come to terms with digging up dead people and their stuff.
On the practical side of things, I bought socks. My blistered feet can now be better cushioned for more days. I also bought sunglasses to last me until I am reunited with the pair I left at the party we went to before we left home. And I had meatballs for lunch. I had no idea how much I would enjoy the food here.
