Loved our trip to the Astrup Fearnley Modern Art Museum on the bay. Couldn’t understand why the collector bothered with so many of Damien Hirst’s half animals in formalin. When there was a scandal about keeping children’s brains I turned out my mounted specimens of cancers but I thought of offering the museum the head of my fractured right femur. I still have it in a jar in my bathroom cabinet – much more interesting and educational that half a cow.
Lovely view of the harbour complete with two-masted sailing vessel. Just not enough time to go across to the Viking museum.
I very much liked their collection of Cindy Sherman’s photographs. Amazing what she can turn herself into.
Hard to realise that this painting Untitled #152 of what apprears to be a bald man is also her.
We both liked Jeff Koons’ porcelain Michael Jackson and Bubbles, his chimpanzee, in white and gold. Seeing Koons’ name reminded me of the hallucinations i had in the High Dependency Unit (HDU; dependant on care not on drugs) following my heart attack last August after I came off the ventilator.
Memoir extract from Chapter 28 of Woman in a White Coat
Josh, and I, and the rest of the family, had been to see Jeff Koons’ artefacts at Damien Hirst’s gallery. During a period of delirium, I told Louise that I didn’t like the look of the HDU ward. It was untidy and full of objects from Damien Hurst’s collection and the clock was bent at a right angle like Salvador Dali’s pocket watches in his 1931 painting The Persistence of Memory. I obviously thought either Jeff Koons or Damien Hirst had been ultra-generous to the hospital. The objects I thought I saw would have been worth millions.