While up there, we took the opportunity and visited the German Museum of Emigration in the
. I have never been so
impressed with a museum as this one! port of Bremerhaven
|A migrant's luggage in the 1920s|
|Uta 'on board' a migrant sailboard - it really felt as if the boat was heaving |
and swaying, and we could not figure out how they managed to get this effect!
|Many Germans emigrated to the US, and so part of the tour is a replica of|
New York's Grand Central Station, from where they would proceed to other cities.
Perhaps it is the topic in the urgency of the current situation, perhaps it is the knowledge that at some point my paternal grandfather contemplated emigration to
– what would have been, had he actually gone? And why did he not go after all, if the thought had been so serious that his children still passed on the tale many decades later? For one thing, I would not be alive, and the other thing is what does that tell me about his political standpoint in the early 1930s ... or was it merely economical...? Brazil
One evening we went to the art museum late night opening, the Kunsthalle Bremen. One entire room is currently alive with Sarah Morris’ painting Jardim Botânico , impressive, bold and inspirational in choice of colors and shapes.
|Image taken from Sarah Morris' website|
Another site-specific installation in the museum is James Turrell’s Above – Between – Below, which extends over three floors of the museum and gives a different perspective on each floor, looking up, looking and and down, and looking down.
I also took mental note of several pieces exhibited in the museum to quote for my next (pending) assignment in my online class with Jane Dunnewold. An evening very well spent!