Music of Tacheles

I am home now. The first time I woke up today I had been dreaming about the German past tense. I am home now, I woke up at 6am and, among other things, have spent some time picking the ants out of a jar of honey someone left open. A multi-part recap of the last days in Berlin:

Part 1

I woke up at 9:30, and could smell the smoke that had sunk into my hair. I lay awhile and then left, Lisa was awake and I told her I would contact her about going to the photography museum, but of course later it turned out that I can't reach her phone, possibly because she has a Maltees number. I came back to The Convent and ate and showered and then went to the Museum fur Fotografie by Zoologiche Garten. There were three exhibits, one of ethnographic photos that had been lost and found, which was okay but the photos, being falsely scientific, were stiff (you should have seen some of the original texts.) And then the other exhibit was of "White Women / Sleepless Nights / Big Nudes” which although I recognized one of the photos and Helmut Newton isn't a no-name photographer, it seemed like an exhibit of the male gaze. The exhibit also flowed into a section called "private property" which made it worse. I went back and napped and then went to by the Bode Museum and briefly met with Bengi, before realizing that the concert I thought was on Saturday was probably on Sunday. (I didn’t stay to hang out because I needed to get my hand disinfected; Sasha, vodka, lack of surprise, appreciated.)

Sunday I decided to stay away from the really large museums, so I went to the Sammlung Sharf-Gesrtenberg in Charlotenberg, especially since the selection of Max Ernst and Buffett appealed to me, even though I couldn’t remember any work by them. I got lost though, and ate and then ended up at the Museum Berggruen, which is free and not very good, but there are blueprints there, and there was one small painting that I liked. I wrote down the name of the artist but threw out the paper. Sammlung Sharf-Gesrtenberg was fantastic, there were really good prints in the lower part of it and it made me want to go back to the zinc plates and acid baths of the print studio. 

Then I napped and after that I actually went to the concert I had attempted to attend the day before, except that I was an hour early. Thursday Katrin had shown me around the area a bit: little hidden courtyards, Tacheles, empty buildings and pretty streets, so  I went back to take pictures of Tacheles, which was an abandoned building that has now been taken over by artists to use as studio space. Some investor wants to kick them out, I don't know why, there are so many buildings in much better shape in just as good areas.

The concert was:

Anna Faber- Violine

Daniella Strasfogel- Viola

Boram Lie- Violoncello

Clemens Hund-Göschel - Klavier

Marc Sabat (*1965) - Claudius Ptolemy für Violine und Cello*

Gabriel Fauré - Klavierquartett Nr. 2 in g-moll, op. 45

Marc Sabat - Jean-Philippe Rameau*

I really recommend it. Free. Open air. Good music. The weather was perfect, and people where drinking the beer and wine being sold on the bridge. 

I was surprised when Bengi called after the concert was over to hang out. I was also relieved, she could have well been annoyed by me for the day before and before that as well. Relived and flattered and happy, becuase it meant I walked around at night with my camera, which I hadn't done much of, with good company.