Vienna

Vienna is an international place. Home sick is where I belong. Howerver, on the bus in to the city, I see three things for home.

Rainbarrels, cisterns, pumps and irrigation systems for gardens.
Greenhouse
Window boxes

In town, we need flowers and ribbons on everything. Colors fade are even better. Grow art and wabi-sabi the place.

Two ton stone face of christ in the front pasture. A Religion that has everything we need to locate the body, tactile, using the body as an intense solstice festival.

In a gallery window near the Albertina

Deborah Seng
Sissi Farassat
Gerlinde Thuma
Udo Hohenberger


St Augustine Church
The Huldingung (Homage) in the Rat Cellar restaurant.
Caprese sandwich at the truck stop
Musuem Quarter
The Leopold

I really liked Koloman Moser

There was an exhibit of art from the Faroe Islands well done.
The graphic's cabinet of the Egon-Schiele-collection, many of Klimt seemed gone. There was a very small hyper-realistic painting by Klimt that was intense. Then at 1900 the symbolism meme/virus attacked him. The Beethoven Frieze at the Secession museum was great.

	Gustav Klimt, Tod und Leben (Death and Life),

We all thought twice about Arcimbaldo after the exhibit at the fine arts museum. I had no idea.

The Red-light district bus breaking down ruse was extra special. But it was raining and most of the working ladies were inside.