For the Love of Germany:Â My Top 5 at Museum Ludwig
I fell in love in Koln (Cologne), with Koln. The people were helpful; the food was tasty; the Kolsch (beer) was refreshing, and ubiquitous. And of course, the ART. Museum Ludwig, Kolnâs museum of modern art, is architecturally one of the best museums Iâve visited. The simple interior - tile and parquet-style floors, expansive white walls, and bright, even on the rainy day I visited. The floor plan was open and there was light! I really canât emphasize the brightness enough. There were few corridors - the exhibition spaces were wide avenues off the grand staircase. You could even stand at one point and see art on upper and lower levels. I found a picture online, see above. Note the brightness!
But what I loved most about the Museum is that it displayed artworks of several German artists, some even born in Koln. This gave the experience of viewing that artwork added sentiment, and bestowed an almost tangible effect since I was touring the city of that artistâs birth and, probably literally, walking in that artistâs footsteps.
In tribute to my newly founded love (this affection will last beyond the honeymoon phase!), my top 5 artworks from Museum Ludwig are by German artists.
1. Rosemarie Trockel, Recycled Fountain, Recycled Bosom, 2004. Born in Schwerte.
When I saw Rosemarie Trockelâs fountain I immediately thought of Marcel Duchampâs urinal fountain. However, in being shaped as a giant clam shell itâs immediately obvious that Trockelâs fountain is more feminine. (My second immediate reference was of goddess Venus arriving in a clam shell in Sandro Boticelliâs painting). The opening in the center of the fountain/shell is like a vaginal opening, therefore underscoring this point.
2. . Michael Krebber, MK/M 2015/06, 2015. Born in Koln.
Co-winner of the Wolfgang Hahn Prize 2015 (see here), Krebberâs paintings focus on âthe imÂposÂsiÂbilÂiÂty of paintÂingâthat, for all its timeÂless relÂeÂvance, has gained inÂcreased atÂtenÂtion preÂciseÂly in reÂcent years.â Continues the museum director, âboth artists have long exÂplored the premisÂes, chalÂlenges, and posÂsiÂbilÂiÂties of paintÂing toÂday and have made inimÂitable conÂtriÂbuÂtions to this disÂcourse,â (via).
3. Kai Althoff, Ohne Titel, 2008. Born in Koln.
Kai Althoffâs sculpture stands in its own bright enclave. Space was definitely needed because I had to get a 360 degree view of the sculpture to really "seeâ it. This iron sculpture is of a curved, elongated female figure with hands up in the air and head between her legs. The artist describes the sculpture as an âur-motherâ that âunites several human identities within herself.... The sculpture performs a balancing act, torn between its own desires and societyâs expectations.âÂ
4. Max Pechstein, Das grune Sofa [The Green Sofa], 1910. Born in Zwickau.
Pechstein was an expressionist painter. Characteristics of expressionist painting are, well, emotion expressed through painting techniques like wide, directional brushstrokes and color. I stood in front of this painting for several minutes wondering about the artistâs and the subjectâs state of mind: What does her body language indicate? The bow in her hair alludes to her youth, but does does her hand in between her thighs (a la Edouard Manetâs Olympia) say otherwise? Does the melancholy palette of her living room sway my conclusion of the paintingâs mood? What about the cat?
5. Gerhard Richter, Betty, 1977. Born in Dresden.
Gerhard Richter makes my top 5, but for reasons more than Betty. My favorite type of imagery in art is portraits, especially abstract portraits. The first artwork I purchased was Untitled [but close] by Joseph Parra. The distortion of Parraâs portrait is reminiscent of Richterâs âblurâ portraits. Richter once said, âI blur to make everything equal, everything equally important and equally unimportant.â
His statement makes sense when you consider Betty, a non-abstracted painting in which Bettyâs arresting blue eyes are unequally important. In Bettyâs eyes thereâs an innocence. I saw myself in that innocence, in recalling my first internship in a gallery where I purchased my first work of art. I was (and am!) a novice in the art world and absorbing the experience, never fathoming that I would travel to Koln and fall in love.