Rome is Home

Well it seems that I accidentally wrote over the original post here. I remember saying something about being in Rome, and not having seen anything yet. Well, that's still true, but I have been to Sicily and Venice now, and we're going to Malta next week, so that's something. I also remember saying something about living in a giant dorm, which is still true. Anyway, below is a walk from the entrance, through the academy, to my studio.

Barcelona, where architects take hallucinagens

From Mallorca, we went to Barcelona. We spent a couple of days in a nice hotel just east of the Gothic quarter. Mostly we did touristy things, looking at architecture, going to the Picasso Museum, tooling around the gothic quarter, eating amazingly well. No complaints, really. Plus I got to speak my charmingly halting Spanish.

The most amazing things were how much it cost to use the pool in the hotel (totally worth it) and the sheer amount of Gaudi's trippy architecture. I suppose it's possible he didn't take drugs. The Cathedral downstairs exhibit did a great job of pairing nature photos with photos of his work. The cathedral seemed Baroque, but generated from the core of the frame itself, almost fractal in that sense.

Mallorca, Gateway to Europe

The Pilar and Joan Miro Foundation was kind enough to fly me (adam) out to Mallorca for installation and the opening of the Metapasiages show, and S. was kind enough to come up from Rome for the duration.

The curator, Pau was really wonderful. He wrote an eloquent and insightful essay for the beautiful show catalog. He also took us around and told us where we could get some great food in Palma (Mallorca's capital) and Barcelona. The Miro museum was really beautiful and the installations went smoothly once I fixed my projector which had been damaged in shipping.

The only down side was out hotel was in tourist central. We got to witness many many drunk english and german folks on holiday.

Also, one day whilst S. and I were napping, a tornado blew across the island. That was pretty crazy. Everything turned that tornado yellow/green and blew horizontally. It broke trees, upended signs and little stands and shut the town down for a day. The Mallorcans said there hadn't been anything like it in 30 years. The result was we couldn't go into town to meet Pau for dinner and had to eat the cruise ship-ish food at the hotel.

Below are images from the museum and from site-seeing around Mallorca.

Hello world

So, after much discussion, S. and I have decided to publish a blog as a collected archive of our adventures in the land of the weak dollar and old crumbly buildings. Enjoy.