Art in Bilbao

The attraction of the Guggenheim Bilbao Museum was the main reason for us choosing to visit Bilbao.  It is certainly the main tourist magnet in the city and a centrepiece that dominates views downstream from the Old Town and from the slopes to the north of the city.  We visited it straight after breakfast on our first day and, after a quick wander around the amazing building, were ready for entry at opening time.

Approaching The Guggenheim Museum
Approaching The Guggenheim Museum

Fortuitously and a little randomly, we went straight to the top floor with a plan of working our way down.  That avoided the initial rush of visitors and enabled us to visit Yayoi Kusama’s ‘Infinity Mirrored Room’ before any queue had built up.  Jane knew what to expect but I didn’t and when we got inside the room containing the work, I was taken aback.  Unfortunately, I then spent more time posing for a picture of the two of us in the mirrors than understanding what I was looking at before we were ushered out with our visiting time having expired.  Our visit made for an interesting photo though….

After that rather helter-skelter experience, we were able to take our time perusing the top floor.  It became clear that some of the permanent collection was not on show at this time.  While that was disappointing, there was plenty to see.

Views From Inside, And Of The Inside, Of The Guggenheim
Views From Inside, And Of The Inside, Of The Guggenheim

Much of the space on the first floor was taken up by an exhibition custom-made for the Guggenheim by American artist Barbara Kruger called ‘Another day. Another night’.  This was dominated by multiple words and phrases stuck to the walls, ceilings and floors.  These were in Spanish (not unreasonably given we were in Spain!) so I absorbed the overall effect rather than the meanings.  Elsewhere there were video artworks that probed the ambiguity of word meanings and one of these was a rather timely and captivating analysis of the words (and their imagined alternatives) in the US Constitution. 

Barbara Kruger At The Guggenheim
Barbara Kruger At The Guggenheim

Another temporary exhibition by Sky Hopinka called ‘No Power’ was also a series of videos but I confess I didn’t stay to the end.

Better, I thought, were the large spaces devoted to variety of artists’ works from the permanent collection though none really gripped me.  The flower sculpture, ‘Puppy’ by Jeff Koons at the entrance to the Guggenheim was undergoing renovation but another of his works was inside alongside art by Jean-Michel Basquiat and a number of artists I hadn’t heard of before.  There was also a typically large painting by Anselm Kiefer who is one of my favourite artists (though this one was a rather dull compared to others I have previously enjoyed).

Familiar Territory - Anselm Kiefer's The Paths Of World Wisdom'
Familiar Territory – Anselm Kiefer’s ‘The Paths Of World Wisdom’

The best exhibit for me was the huge composite sculpture by Richard Serra called ‘The Matter of Time’.  It occupies a vast dedicated space on the ground floor of the Guggenheim and was great fun to walk through and around.  The balcony above provided an opportunity to take in the scale and entirety of the work while close inspection of the surfaces of the sculpture showed fascinating differences on colour and texture of the Corten (or weathered) steel of which it is made.  It’s a highly memorable aspect of the Guggenheim.

As we emerged from the Guggenheim, we experienced one of the periodic ‘fog sculptures’ designed by Fujiko Nakaya.  For a few minutes, the water and promenade next to the museum fills with a mist.  Walking through this is an interesting experience and it creates some ghostly views of the museum and its surrounds.

Fujiko Nakaya Fog Sculpture
Fujiko Nakaya Fog Sculpture At The Guggenheim

We then walked along the river bank past one of Louise Bourgeois’s Spiders (see below) and made our way to the Bilbao Fine Arts Museum

This gallery has a lovely Art Deco façade which appeared to be undergoing some restoration.  Inside, all was peaceful and spacious and I really enjoyed the visit.

The entrance hall has a wide variety of work which, most interestingly, contained Richard Serra’s model for ‘The Matter of Time’ sculpture we had just seen in the Guggenheim.  It was a little weird to see the same work we had just experienced in the Guggenheim on such a smaller scale.

Bilbao Fine Arts Museum Including The Model Of 'The Matter Of Time' By Richard Serra
Bilbao Fine Arts Museum Including The Model Of ‘The Matter Of Time’ By Richard Serra

The highlight of the Fine Art Museum was a large exhibition of work by Georg Baselitz, a German artist.  I had only vaguely heard of him before; indeed, I had seen and liked a couple of his works that we had seen earlier in the day in the Guggenheim.  Here was a very large collection of his portraits.

Paintings By Georg Baselitz, Bilbao Fine Arts Museum
Paintings By Georg Baselitz, Bilbao Fine Arts Museum

These were mainly of people portrayed either upside down or on their side.  Many appeared as figures akin to skeletons.  Some had been painted while a disabled Baselitz scooted across the canvas in his wheelchair thereby creating strange tyre track markings across the canvas.  This was initially all a bit disorienting – I think that was Baselitz’s objective – but as we walked from huge room to huge room, I got in tune with his paintings and really enjoyed the collective feel of them.

Paintings By Georg Baselitz, Bilbao Fine Arts Museum
More Paintings By Georg Baselitz, Bilbao Fine Arts Museum. A Particularly Good Room I Thought

As we left the museum with our culture fix complete, and still two whole days in sunny Bilbao to go, we felt very satisfied with our choice of Bilbao as a city to visit. 

Enjoying Bilbao

I love a good ‘city-break’.  We have been fortunate enough to have enjoyed many over the years.  Some of the best city-breaks have been in the smaller cities of Europe rather than the largest; I like their size and the fact that one can see most of the city by just walking about; my aging legs still allow me to do that.  Our latest city visit was to Bilbao in the Basque area of northern Spain and it was a very successful trip.

The Guggenheim From A Bridge Across Ria De Bilbao
The Guggenheim From A Bridge Across Ria De Bilbao

The logistics worked (thank goodness the threatened French air-traffic controllers strike was called off at the last moment), the hotel was comfortable, the weather was lovely and Bilbao was interesting and studded with very good bars, cafes and sights to see.  Bilbao is on the Ria de Bilbao just downstream of the confluence of the rivers Nervion and Ibaizabal and the bridges across it and the steep sides of the valley it cuts through, provide a number of vantage points for lovely views of the city.

Church of San Jose de la Montana de los Reverendos Padres Agustinos. Bilbao. (A Very Long Name And Very White)
In The New Town: Church of San Jose de la Montana de los Reverendos Padres Agustinos. Bilbao. (A Very Long Name And Very White)

It seemed to me that the centre of city has three main elements: the Old Town, the 19th century planned grid structure of streets to the west and, a little further downstream, the modern restorations of old port areas (that continue all the way down to the still thriving port area on the coast).  We spent much of our time in the Old Town but our modern hotel was amongst the grid like streets nearby and was conveniently quiet in addition to being centrally located. 

Night-time Bilbao (Ria De Bilbao and Theatre)
Night-time Bilbao (Ria De Bilbao and Theatre)

A key factor in choosing to visit Bilbao was our desire to see the Guggenheim Museum which is perhaps the centrepiece of the city and much visited by tourists from all over the world.  It is indeed a remarkable building and I’ll cover our visit to it, and to the nearby Fine Arts Museum, in a separate post.  There was much else to see and do and just walking around in the sunshine helped us absorb the feel of the city and the underlying strength of local pride in the Basque/Biscay culture.  Our visit coincided with Spain’s National Day and we saw a couple of noisy street celebrations.

Part of that Basque (and Spanish) culture is the sociability of the people and their propensity to sit in bars and chat.  There are hundreds of bars but, in the Old Town especially, it was difficult to find an outside seat because they were all so popular.  The only workable strategy to getting a seat was often to order a drink and stand for a while until a table was vacated.  Many were doing that but we lacked the patience and generally kept walking until we found a couple of adjacent seats by chance (or gave up!) 

View From A Bar, Bilbao
View From A Bar, Bilbao

We did have some good suggestions for cafes and bars to try from Middle Son’s (MS’s) fiancée and we managed most of them.  The best we experienced were Baster near the Cathedral and Ekain in the main square, Plaza Nueva.  Both had excellent pintxos which are little snacks that bars sell to help prolong the bar-side drinking and conversations.

In And Around Plaza Nueva, Bilbao
In And Around Plaza Nueva, Bilbao

Jane also found two incredibly good breakfast places.  Cafe Originale was a typical Jane choice of minimal décor, clean lines and excellent granola and yogurt (though I chose a filling savoury mix). . 

Cokooncafe was something else!  More than half the indoor space was taken up by seven chefs preparing immaculate looking breakfasts.  Watching the preparation was almost as good as eating the food and it reminded me of the brilliant TV drama series The Bear – especially Series 3 where the focus is on learning and delivering on being a top-rated restaurant.  The food, in truth, was a little too sweet to be an ideal breakfast but it was incredible experience.  We ‘did’ both Café Originale and Cokooncafe twice and loved them but I will remember Cokooncafe especially for a very long time.

Crazy-Good Breakfasts In Bilbao (Originale and Cokoon)
Crazy-Good Breakfasts In Bilbao (Originale and Cokoon)

After going up the Artxanda Funicular to the views across the city from Artxanda Park, we ate tortilla at the apparently famous but remarkably unassuming Bilba (another of the MS fiancée recommendations which paid off).  After this, the big breakfasts and the variety of pintxos, we didn’t feel much like a restaurant dinner in the evenings.  Liquid dinners largely sufficed and I found the local ‘brown’ beers very satisfactory.

View OF Bilbao From Artxanda Park
View OF Bilbao From Artxanda Park

I went off twice on my own to explore Bibao.  I am so pleased that I went to the Itsasmuseum (Maritime Museum).  This provided a well laid out (with English translations) exhibition of the history of Bilbao from the point of view of its seafaring past, its port management and the Basque fishing industry.  I loved the antique maps on show.  They reminded me of the trips my Dad and I made in my youth to shops selling such maps. 

Itsasmuseum, (Maritime Museum), Bilbao
Itsasmuseum, (Maritime Museum), Bilbao

The old maps were a key part of the museum’s attempt to illustrate the progression of the growth of Bilbao in fits and starts from medieval times.  The exhibits charted the industrial revolution, the 20th century industrial decline, the massive floods (in 1983), separatist and joblessness riots, and the recent emergence of renewable industries and tourism.

Bilbao is actually many miles inland from the coast and the estuary that joins it to the Bay of Biscay has had to be completely re-engineered to enable sea trade and, ultimately, the rapid 19th century development of the city.  The previously huge mining, metal and ship building industry has now almost gone but the port out near the coast is busy and the city itself is a hive of activity. 

The transformations Bilbao has been through were underlined by an exhibit by Esther Pizarro called ‘Skin of Light’.  It was a combination of a model of the city and a video.  The model was lit in different colours as the video of the recent history of Bilbao played out.  I confess to being quite moved by the hopefulness the work exuded.  The whole visit to the museum was well worthwhile and it helped create a context for what I saw in the Bilbao streets.

'Skin Of Light' BY Esther Pizarro, Itsasmuseum, Bilbao
Two Of The Phases Of ‘Skin Of Light’ By Esther Pizarro, Itsasmuseum, Bilbao

On another excursion to the south of the Old Town, I encountered grittier streets.  Parque Miribilla offered some good views north to the city centre and the walk along the river was interesting.  Then, in the midst of some mid-rise social housing, I found a remnant from Bilbao’s industrial past; an old furnace attached to a mine that produced iron, that had been restored and surrounded by modern artworks.  Seeing the furnace off the beaten track was a nice surprise before a stroll back into the city past sunset-bathed San Anton Church and to another crowded riverside bar.

On The Walk From Parque Miribilla To St Anton's Church
On The Walk From Parque Miribilla To St Anton’s Church

One other MS fiancée recommendation was to take a break from the city to visit Mundaka just over an hour out of the city by train or bus and on the north east coast.  The weather was again sunny and warm and it was a perfect adjunct to walking the streets of Bilbao.  The town is on another estuary with a sand bank which apparently creates excellent surfing conditions. 

Views Around Mundaka
Views Around Mundaka

We saw plenty of surfers and paddleboarders amid the superb views across the estuary.  We walked to the little fisherman’s church to look across the Bay of Biscay and then found a seat in an (inevitably) packed bar to snack and drink more strong beer.  Visiting Mundaka was a great trip out for a morning and a chance to see a pretty, old coastal resort and semi-rural and rural Basque country on the way.

Bilbao proved to be a good choice for a very enjoyable city-break.  I look forward to the next one.

Friends

A couple of recent events have got me thinking about friends.  Friendship is a nebulous and sometimes transitory thing.  I looked up a definition on Wikipedia:

Friendship is a relationship of mutual affection between people. It is a stronger form of interpersonal bond than an “acquaintance” or an “association”, such as a classmate, neighbour, coworker, or colleague.

Although there are many forms of friendship, certain features are common to many such bonds, such as choosing to be with one another, enjoying time spent together, and being able to engage in a positive and supportive role to one another.

Using that definition, I can see that I have been fortunate and have had a lot of friends in my life.   I’ve been supported by, and enjoyed time with, friends at school, university, work and, now, in retirement.  I have not felt the need for a lot of friends at any one time.  I seem to prefer relatively deep friendships with a few rather than broad but shallower relationships with many. 

Painting Depicting Friendship By Samuel Peploe (Scottish Colourist We Encountered In an Exhibition Of Scottish Colourists Earlier This Year)
Painting Depicting Friendship By Samuel Peploe (Scottish Colourist We Encountered In An Exhibition at Dovecot Studios, Edinburgh Earlier This Year)

Having said that, two of my biggest life regrets are to have failed to keep in touch with any school friends and not making the most of a network of colleagues at work.  I would like to know what some of my best mates at school are doing with their lives now and whether we still have things in common.  And putting more effort into maintaining a network of work colleagues would have made my life in jobs, and between jobs, a little easier and, perhaps, more rewarding.

Two of my four main friends at university have died recently.  The preparation for and conduct of a memorial service for one of these a few weeks ago, has been one of the events that has got me contemplating the value and meaning of friendship.  Indeed, these deaths got me thinking more about mortality as well as friendship. 

The remaining two best friends from my university era and I got together in London for lunch and a few beers to discuss our prospective speeches at our friend’s memorial service.  There was a lot of catching up on what we were each doing, a bit of nostalgia and many funny reminiscences.  But what struck me most was that, despite not meeting either of these guys for many months, we slipped into a shared history and conversation as if we talked together all the time.

University Days
University Days

We have been in contact with each other with varying degrees of intensity over 50 years and there have been many events together over that time.  However, the other surprising thing for me was how much of that shared experience I have forgotten.  As the old stories came out over the drinks, I could have sworn that I hadn’t been at several of the occasions that were being recalled.  But the photos did not lie; I was usually there!

The memorial service itself was in Oxford.  Jane and I were able to spend a very pleasant morning there before the memorial ceremony.  Oxford centre was busy with tourists and a fresh batch of students.  In a bit of free time, I visited the site of the old castle – a large mound next to the newer castle but one without good views across the city as I had hoped.  I also strolled out of the crowds along the Oxford and Coventry canal and then through the pretty and interesting area of Oxford called Jericho.  I had a very calming hour or so.

The ceremony in the Oxford Friends Meeting House was moving and the speeches (including my short one I think) were well received.  Then we adjourned briefly to a packed pub and continued some of the reminiscences and the catching up with current lives.  The whole process was very friendship affirming even though we had just lost a very good friend.

Post Memorial Service Catching Up
Post-Memorial Service Catching Up

It’s been harder to keep up friendships with people I met during my 30 or so years in London since I moved completely out of the city a few years after retirement.  I managed to stay in touch with a small group of friends in London who met every few months to work our way through the alphabet of cuisines.  I made it to most of those sessions but they came to a natural end once we reached ‘Z’.  I’ll need to redouble efforts to stay in touch with the participants.

Meanwhile, I have invested time in building up a new friendship group in and around our local village.  And yes, building friendships does take effort and time.  I have been lucky after moving to Gloucestershire post-retirement in that this is Jane, my wife’s, home territory.  She has a large network of friends here and that provided a ready-made group of acquaintances. 

Also, many of her family are based nearby.  And, of course, family can be friends even though, apart from one’s partner, they are not chosen.  Jane’s sister has recently moved to the local area and I’m looking forward to getting to know her and her husband a lot better as we become able to meet up more often.  Plus, one of the things I am continually thankful for is that the relationships I have with my sons and their partners is akin to great friendships; I feel we both get on very well with them all.

My strongest local friendships have been built through my personal involvement in the local football team (Forest Green Rovers) and village events including Parish Council meetings, the Village Fete and Festival, the Pub Quiz and Crawl and, especially, the village’s Horsley Climate Action Network.  These friendships may not have the longevity of some from my education or working life but they are some of the best.

Variable Weather During Prep For This Year's Village Fete
Variable Weather During Prep For This Year’s Village Fete

This leads me onto the second recent event that got me thinking about friendship. 

I am a frequent attendee at the local Talk Club (a session for men who generally don’t talk about feelings much, to talk about feelings).  When this was on pause two summers ago, one of the other attendees and I decided that we would continue meeting up on walks.  We would use these to keep tabs on each other thoughts and feelings and provide any support we could while enjoying the countryside, keeping our fitness up and providing custom to a few of the local pubs.  That continued until my friend needed to go into hospital to have a fairly major operation. 

On The Walk To A Friend
Peaceful, Sunny Scene On The Walk To A Friend

A month or so after that, I walked over to his neighbouring village to see him.  It was a beautiful sunny day and a long leisurely walk.  On the way, I was struck by how much I had missed him and had enjoyed our chats.  Even after almost 70 years of making friends (and losing them again), it is still possible – indeed, easy – to make and maintain friends if one puts in the time and effort and are lucky enough to find people who are open, who listen as well as talk, and are fun to be with.