Ugh. When I see religious art – Sorry if I insult anyone, but it’s my blog and I’m just sharing my opinion. Nothing more, nothing less. – I get goosebumps and want to run away as fast as I can. Sure, you have masterpieces painted by Rubens and Van Eyck – proud Belgian – and I definitely appreciate the colours, how the light influences faces and colour and the atmosphere in their paintings, how the fabrics are so real you can almost touch them, the pure craftmanship and brushstrokes that make a piece of canvas almost a mirror to earlier times. I can admire those paintings. I understand a lot of art with religious subjects has their place in time and has been created under the influence of a spirit of the age. How it’s not done to depict naked / barely clothed women otherwise. I know, I know. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to run away screaming after seeing another Maria with baby Jesus on her arms with a bright halo of light behind her head. I just don’t like it, period. So, why did I visit a museum run by the Archdiocese of Cologne, which has a big collection of religious art and sculptures? Continue reading
The Rauten-what? Exactly my reaction when my friend C. told me in Cologne to visit the Rautenstrauch-Joest-Museum. I actually didn’t really understand the name completely, so I spend the next day figuring out which museum I absolutely definitely needed to visit. – it’s clear I eventually figured out where to go – What she said sounded very promising: a museum that consists of the complete ‘souvenir’ collection of an ethnographer and world traveller, Wilhelm Joest. More than 3.500 objects from all over the world are on display, divided into thematic exhibitions. No timeline and division between cultures, but small exhibitions focusing on themes like ‘rituals’, ‘clothing’, ‘death’, ‘religion’ to emphasise the resemblances rather than the differences between cultures.
Portret of Joest.
I confess. When it starts to itch, only scratching solves my wanderlust. Scratching in this case is booking a bus ticket or flight to somewhere else. If only it’s not home. Preferably another country. This time not so far from home and only for three days, which where my conditions. – I still don’t have that much money yet…unemployed and all that – But when D. told me she wanted to do a little city trip with me, how could I possibly refuse? Scrolling through the megabus website, our eyes fell on Cologne. Cheap bus tickets, only 3 and a half hours traveling – if your bus driver decides to leave on time of course – and in Germany. First city trip of 2015? Check!
View from the Triangl Tower. On Cologne of course.