A little bit of culture

As we have a lot of advantages in this marketing department (just to remind you, I work for Siemens), we got entrances to go to the annual opening of an art exhibition. Well, actually, Michael, my manager, got them but as he didn't want to go, he gave us the tickets.

Therefore we went there Erika, Michael (the junior one, we have two Michael in the office: my manager that we now call Michael Senior, and the intern one. He is from Switzerland and we call him Michi, Micha or Michael jr) and me. I always have special relations with art exhibitions as apparently, my vision of art is not the same as the one of artists. Anyway, we went there and looked at the pictures, paintings and sculptures. .....interesting.....

Some paintings/pictures were nice. Some portraits (not the best ones unfortunately) were made in Paris and there was also paintings representing Paris streets... But these weren't really nice. And after a while, talking to myself, trying to explain myself what this or that was representing, imagining the most funny stories ever (one of the painting made me think of the Council Chambre in Star Wars!!), we started getting bored.

We were wondering what the "rot dots" (as Erika said instead of "red dots"... German culture) on the title of some paintings were and Erika explained that they were there to tell that the painting has been sold.
Just after her explaination, we stopped in front of 2 paintings: one was sold, the other was representing a street with a traffic light. The light was red. And Michi, with his legendary humour and calm, said showing the sold painting first and then the other one: "So this one is sold....... and this one also!". I laughed for 10 minutes!!!

Finaly we arrived at the end of the exhibition and saw the last "pieces of art": the sculpture of a Happy Meal (I'm not kidding!), two models of houses (we had fun with Michi by trying to imagine which one was ours and how we would arrange the rooms) and a dress made of iron.

The exhibition wasn't THAT good but at least it changed from the usual evenings in front of the computer.

One more thing to conclude with that event: there was a weird painting but that was telling something really relevant for me. In the painting was a bubble (like in comic books) saying (in spanish...what a wonderful thing being able to talk a lot of languages!): "This is art! But not the one we know !"