Saturday 15 September. Stockholm’s Moderna Museet, Museum of Modern Art, was opening an exhibition on its Warhol exhibition today. No, it’s not a typo!
In 1968 it was the first European gallery to give Warhol an exhibition, and 50 years on it is marking that. I’m not that fussed about Warhol but he was entertaining, defined an era, and did challenge the art establishment at the time.
Anyway, I was first in having got there early. (I had to check out of the site by two and had a two hundred miles to cover.) Was it worth it? Well, I wouldn’t have missed much if I hadn’t gone, but there were some pleasing nuggets.
I’d not seen the Absolut image before, and I liked it.
Also, the last paragraph of this blurb is very interesting.
There were a few other bits of interest but it was a small exhibition and I was out in twenty minutes.
Stockholm was preparing for its half-marathon and the conditions were ideal for running; sunny with a chill in the shade. It’s a lovely place to walk around, and one of the few places I’d go back to.
Two hundred miles of quiet road on cruise control and I land in Hudiksvall, the first stop on my push north. It’s a lovely place, but where isn’t in Sweden?
An early night and an early start for the next two hundred miles.