It’s tough to see everything you should or mean to see, even
on a relatively leisurely trip.
Even more frustrating is trying to remember more than a fraction of what
you do get to see. I can recommend
everything I’ve seen in this post, so I don’t know how useful it will be for
prioritization.
Even if it were completely empty, the Belvedere would be
well worth a visit because, as the guides are happy to repeatedly point it, it
is one of the best examples of Baroque architecture in the world. Really, it is two examples, since there
is a Lower and an Upper Belvedere, the later built when the Lower was judged
insufficiently extravagant. By it’s owner, Prince Eugene. (quick parenthetical- it’s kind of
funny that in France you an find statues of Napoleon, and nearly everywhere
else in Europe, of people who fought him).
I had a good look at the Impressionist
and Romantic , and at the Symbolists and Decadence exhibition. They also have Klimt’s “The Kiss” here,
and if I recall correctly, I think I’ve seen it twice because it was at the
Neue Galerie in NY a while ago. I
don’t think I understand the reasoning behind the symbolists, and am generally
not sympathetic to mysticism, but there are certainly some very striking
images. Unfortunately, I only got
the briefest look at the inter-war period. As for Gironcoli, I only saw what
was inside, not the garden, but when it comes to this (and some contemporaries no less an authority than MOMA assure are among them most important
artists, like Beuys) I'm a philistine. It’s not clear what the social or political points are, or
how this responds/ to or refutes an artistic tradition. Nor do I see the aesthetic appeal or
innovation. Maybe it will
click at some point. Regardless,
Belvedere is not to be missed.
The Leopold museum was the only one I think I saw most of,
which was exhausting but worth it.
Someone told me once Klimt is excessively feminine, based mostly on the
supposed popularity of the Kiss posters with college women. Even if you buy this (I don’t) seeing a
broader selection of work would likely change your mind. Death and Life has a particular
impact. Egon Schiele is well
represented. The fauves might be
considered more evolutionary than revolutionary with the benefit of hindsight;
but one can only imagine how provocative Schiele must have been. He’s still pretty provocative
today. It’s not surprising to see
a Freud quote on the wall next to one of his works.
The Murmoc is abruptly modern compared to its
surroundings. The portion of the
permanent collection seen had some really nice things from the first half of
the 20th C, including more Schieler. They (audio guide again) say this piece can be seen as a
metaphor for life:
There’s a death’s-head if you look closely.
The main exhibition
is Albert Oelen. His work is more
interesting with guide. I
appreciate his using painting and 2 dimensional works when much of the contemporary
avante guard insisted the form was inherently “reactionary” and “dead”. Yet I can’t help wondering how it will
stack up over time against some of the greatest works from centuries ago. I wonder if some of his work is
representative of much of the art world becoming too self-referential, relating
primarily to previous artists and artistic movement, to the detriment of the
artist and the world as a subject.
Though much of his work was about “de-contextualizing”, he allows for some influences:
At the War Museum, the WWI section is closed. The most arresting exhibit was the car Franz
Ferdinand was in when assassinated.
He was killed when his visit to victims of a previous, failed attempt
shortly before provided a target of opportunity to another enemy. The museum also includes the bloodstain
uniform he wore and the chaise long on which he died, greatly bringing to life
the precipitating event of the First World War. There is also a comprehensive display of interwar and WWI
related exhibits, including the famous 8.8cm German gun, and all sorts of Third
Reich and “Anschluss” related material.
I'd hoped I might find a little more the trip about how
Austrians see themselves. Do they
consider themselves primarily German, but through the twists of history it did
not work out? Or rather do they
consider their independence a close run thing to be proudly preserved? There is some evidence for both
views. Today, all the guides
insist the German annexation was the darkest day in Austrian history. This seems somewhat disingenuous. Ethnic nationalism was one of the main forces that undermined
the Hapsburg empire, and there was at the least a substantial portion of the
population which enthusiastically welcomed the union with Germany. On the other hand, language
notwithstanding, the Hapsburgs had fought the Prussians, whose empire Germany
could broadly be considered between 1871 and 1945.
In any case, the museum also includes a surprisingly
expansive navel section, and a tank garden.
I took a guided buss tour took me
to Schonbrunn, the “mini” Versailles of the Hapsburgs. It is an incredibly beautiful palace,
as a quick Google search will affirm.
It is free to access the grounds outside, and it was nice to see people
using such a beautiful venue as a park (as with Belvedere). It was incredibly crowded, reminding
that tourism is now the number one industry of the city. If the reader goes, I recommend a
guide. You’ll get bits you’d
otherwise likely miss. For
example, an impressive painting of a Royal wedding is even more so than it
first appears, because each portrait is of an actual attendee whose portrait
was separately made by the artist and then transferred to the larger work ,
which must have taken years. All
the attendees are accurately recorded with one notable exception- the Queen had
a young Mozart painted in even though his first visit to was two years after
the wedding. The tour also shows
the “Napoleon” room, which is the room used when he twice occupied Vienna, and
the room in which his son died a
few years after his ultimate defeat.
Vienna
is known as much for music as visual art.
A Mozart Concert at the “Golden Hall” in the Musikverein seemed like it
would be enjoyable and exceeded expectations. The singers, hamming it up quite a bit, seemed to enjoy
putting on the show and the packed hall, itself beautiful, also did.
The cheapest ticket had me on the floor looking up rather
than down as most of the rest of the audience, but the view was still fine, the
sound exactly the same.
Vienna orderly, quiet,
about 15% smaller than about 100 years ago on eve of WWI.
Vienna Art Museum (Kunsthistorisches
Mudeum) – I spent a couple of hours here, which is a mistake. Though not a sprawling monster of a
museum like, for example, the Met in NY, about twice that time is called for,
and possibly more if you are up for it.
An interesting
factoid is that this museum and the nearby science museum, where
commissioned by the Hapsburgs and designed for purpose. This is unusual in Europe, where
converted palaces are more common. The Dutch Golden period art should be seen:
In the face of paintings like these, when people claim that
painting is dead, or that craft is irrelevant, the perhaps apocryphal story of
the late 19th century
patent officer comes to mind. He
claimed that he and his office would soon be irrelevant, since all possible
inventions would soon be patented.
Sometimes it feels like
contemporary artists have forgotten how to paint, or maybe can’t be bothered;
this sort of thing took time and care, which might explain there being only a
few dozen odd known Vermeers.
There are also amazing objects,
like this salt and pepper Cellar:
Or this hand carved stone bowl,
apparently as few as 2 mm thick in spots:
Not that a week in mostly in the
center spent often in or looking for a museum can give any sort of realistic
view, but Vienna as a whole give an impression of placid prosperity, which
belies it’s turbulent history. It
is interesting to note that it is about 15% smaller now than it was a century
ago on the eve of the Great War, perhaps reflecting its transformation from a
bustling cosmopolitan capital of a major empire to a mid size capital of a
small, wealthy, homogeneous country.
One of my subjective impressions was of literal quietness; the extent to
which you can hear your own footsteps or a spoken conversation a half block
away.