We went to the sculpture park this morning. Like a treasure hunt through wasteland, trying to pick which bits were art. Lucky we had a map. I loved the film by Lars Laumann about a woman who married the Berlin Wall. Yes, apparently. Amazing pictures of her standing in front of it, holding a replica. She felt cheated when her hero* celebrated the demise of her husband, crazy but true. I was transfixed by the blurry footage of The Hof dancing at Brandenburger Tor when the wall came down, in an LED Jacket and piano scarf. Fascinating slice o' history.
*'David Hasselhof, you are nothing without that talking car'.
At KunstWerke yesterday Pushwagner's Soft City was my favourite thing. We have had two days of full time art so really I am quite exhausted. The biennale is officially a bit of a disappointment but afternoon beers and pingpong make everything ok. I really want Melbourne to embrace the public pingpong table. It is SO good. Maybe Mr Feary and Mr Cruickshank can help with that campaign?
We realized we only have 8 days to go in Berlin, everything happens too quick when you are running out of time. In the meantime, some lovely grey art loving creatures camoflaged in their natural habitat.