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MALBA
Since we are all currently unemployed, our days are finally free to roam around the city like a regular tourist. The problem is, however, that our days are cut short when we wake up at 2:00 each afternoon. Even if we're not partying until 6am, it just doesn't feel right to go to bed early, especially after eating dinner at 10 or 11. Also, once I'm in bed, I've got my earplugs in and my eyemask on, so I can sleep through anything! Well, on Wednesday, we finally got ourselves up and moving and out of the house by 2:00. Our motivation was to save 10 pesos by getting into MALBA (Museo de Arte Latinamericano de Buenos Aires) for free. We hopped on the metro for a short ride to Plaza Italia. On my map of Palmero, everything is colored green after this plaza. I had been looking forward to strolling through the "Palermo Woods" for awhile now. Well, for the first 15 minutes or so, we did not breathe in the fragrant aromas of flowers and freshly cut grass, but instead the pungent smells of dirty animals and excrement. We were walking the border of the Buenos Aires zoo. I don't have any desire to see what it smells like inside those walls. As we got closer to MALBA, the air began
to clear and the traffic noise faded into the distance. We passed a few people sunning themselves on park benches and a shirtless man with red leathery skin carrying a lounge chair. Rollerbladers zoomed past us and we dodged children learning how to ride bikes for the first time. It felt like we were at the beach. There were tons of Argentines laying out on the shore of a nice-sized lake or picknicking with family in the shade of the giant palm trees. The rosedal, an enormous rose garden enclosed by white columns, offers a pleasing backdrop to the water. We'll have to go back to the Rosedal to learn more about it. MALBA is the city's newest museum, which you could tell by its modern facade made of glass. There are four stories, so we started at the top and worked our way down. The top floor was the temporary exhibit by Felix Gonzalez-Torres called Somewhere/Nowhere. When we first entered the gallery, I was startled to see people touching one of the pieces in the corner. I approached them and saw that the corner was stuffed with red, white, and blue lollipops. Everyone that passed took one or two and no one seemed to mind. As I looked ar
ound the gallery, I noticed various stacks of paper and people taking from those as they pleased as well. Everyone seemed to be incredibly attracted to the free items, even though they were just plain sheets of paper with one solid color on them. I had a lollipop. The rest of the museum was more interesting. There was a Frida Kahlo self-portrait, a Diego Rivera painting, and some other works by 20th century artists. I wasn't as impressed as I thought I would be, especially since MALBA is supposed to be BA's best museum, but I still enjoyed seeing art. On the way back, we strolled through the Japanese Garden (Jardin Japones). It was definitely the most peaceful part of the city, perhaps rivaling the Recoleta cemetary where Evita is burried. Little red bridges hover above the lake and link rocky islands and circling pagodas. My only complaints is that the water was almost filled to the brim with the biggest fish I've ever seen with huge mouths sucking at the surface. Walking above them on the rickety bridges made me fearful of falling in and being eaten alive by these things. When we got back to the apartment, I felt refreshed after a day of being immersed in nature and art in the middle of bustling Buenos Aires.
to clear and the traffic noise faded into the distance. We passed a few people sunning themselves on park benches and a shirtless man with red leathery skin carrying a lounge chair. Rollerbladers zoomed past us and we dodged children learning how to ride bikes for the first time. It felt like we were at the beach. There were tons of Argentines laying out on the shore of a nice-sized lake or picknicking with family in the shade of the giant palm trees. The rosedal, an enormous rose garden enclosed by white columns, offers a pleasing backdrop to the water. We'll have to go back to the Rosedal to learn more about it. MALBA is the city's newest museum, which you could tell by its modern facade made of glass. There are four stories, so we started at the top and worked our way down. The top floor was the temporary exhibit by Felix Gonzalez-Torres called Somewhere/Nowhere. When we first entered the gallery, I was startled to see people touching one of the pieces in the corner. I approached them and saw that the corner was stuffed with red, white, and blue lollipops. Everyone that passed took one or two and no one seemed to mind. As I looked ar
ound the gallery, I noticed various stacks of paper and people taking from those as they pleased as well. Everyone seemed to be incredibly attracted to the free items, even though they were just plain sheets of paper with one solid color on them. I had a lollipop. The rest of the museum was more interesting. There was a Frida Kahlo self-portrait, a Diego Rivera painting, and some other works by 20th century artists. I wasn't as impressed as I thought I would be, especially since MALBA is supposed to be BA's best museum, but I still enjoyed seeing art. On the way back, we strolled through the Japanese Garden (Jardin Japones). It was definitely the most peaceful part of the city, perhaps rivaling the Recoleta cemetary where Evita is burried. Little red bridges hover above the lake and link rocky islands and circling pagodas. My only complaints is that the water was almost filled to the brim with the biggest fish I've ever seen with huge mouths sucking at the surface. Walking above them on the rickety bridges made me fearful of falling in and being eaten alive by these things. When we got back to the apartment, I felt refreshed after a day of being immersed in nature and art in the middle of bustling Buenos Aires.
1 comment:
Well written, Little Mü! It reminded me a little of Giverny. Glad you're getting some culture. xx
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