I only had a short stay in New York so there was no chance I would be able to get to the hundreds of museums there. There was also no chance I could afford to; Brits really forget how luck they are to have so many free museums! Also this holiday wasn’t really my choice, obviously I was happy to go, but the visit was actually for my partner’s birthday and there are only so many museums that you can incorporate into someone else’s birthday treat. Continue reading “New York”
I’ve already seen Dippy quite a bit, both when on display in the Hintz Hall at the Natural History Museum in London and during the Dorset leg of the famous diplodocus cast’s country wide tour. But I wasn’t going to miss it visit to my adopted home town of Newcastle. Not after I had spent hours of my time when I worked there repeatedly measuring the lift there to prove that it was Dippy sized.
I have been excited about going to the Postal Museum since it opened, but it is pricey at over £15 per adult if you want to ride on the mail rail (and let’s be honest WHO DOESN’T?). So other things have come in the way of my visit, saving for a holiday, generally trying to live life in London on a museum salary, LIFE. So a visit was looking like a future dream. Then, for Christmas, my partner’s parents got me tickets as a present, probably cementing in their mind that their son’s girlfriend is bizarre but most probably harmless enough. I recommend asking for tickets for museums for presents – this was BRILLIANT.
It’s Dior, so of course I was expecting luxury, opulence and elegance. It does not disappoint.
Continue reading “Christian Dior, Designer of Dreams, V&A Museum, London”
There is no way that I could cover all the museums of Mexico in one small blog for two reasons. One, I haven’t been around the whole of Mexico, just less than 10 days travelling from Cancun to Tulum, to Valladolid to Merida, down to Palenque and finally Oaxaca. And two, many of the places I visited were not officially ‘museums’ as such, more archaeological sites. But they were so inspiring I really did want to write something down that I refer to at a future date.
In an exhibition about dark, the thing that really stood out was the use of light to investigate the creatures that come out at night, dwell in caves and in the depths of the ocean.
I’m not even going to pretend that I have ever heard of Ashurbanipal. I am embarrassed to say that I struggled to buy the tickets because I could not remember exactly what his name was, but that is the truth. This exhibition emphasised what an incredibly vast gap I have in my knowledge and it made me want to go out and fill it.
Continue reading “I am Ashurbanipal, king of the world, king of Assyria, British Museum, London”
I have not written a blog for a while, but it isn’t because I haven’t been visiting museums, it’s because nothing has really inspired me to write. I guess I have been in a bit of an inspirational rut. Then I went to see I Object at the British Museum and it had that spark that ignited my brain and got me thinking.
The Horniman Museum and Gardens has been on my list ever since I saw images of their iconic overstuffed walrus. This ‘absolute unit’ (that’s a technical museum term for size, let’s all thank the Museum of English Rural life for that) shadows all else from his perch on a plastic iceberg in the centre of the gallery. The gallery space has echoes of its Victorian roots, with its original balcony and display cases along the walls although some of the pastel colour choices in the balcony area must be more modern. It’s a nice space, but it could probably be used better what with its large empty ceiling space, but this is all nit picking, because I’ve seen what they have done with their newly developed World Gallery.
The chance for a full museum intervention does not come around often and the Great Exhibition of the North allowed the Great North Museum; Hancock to do just that. The result is pretty hard to describe; colourful, varied . . . random. The items on display are pretty incredible, presenting innovations and art from across ‘The North’. Hockney, Hepworth and Stubbs as well as John Lennon’s piano and Dr Who’s sonic screw driver and on display. Postman Pat and Wallace and Gromit, all sit alongside the museum’s permanent collection.