Valencia day 4 : Arched garden, Museum de les ciencies, Igor Mitoraj’s sculpture.

Posted bysandyroybessandbugzyPosted inFrance and Spain (Spring 2022)

And I saw a new heaven and a new earth: for the first heaven and the first earth were past away; and there was no more sea. And I John saw the holy city, new Jerusalem coming down from God out of heaven , prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. And I heard a great voice out of heaven saying, Behold the tabernacle of God is with men , and he will dwell with them , and God himself shall be with them , and be their God. And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.

Revelations 21 : 1-4
The entrance to a garden dedicated to indigenous plants.
Looking through the “tunnel ” of arches.
Vast swathes of heavily scented jasmine ,creeping rosemary and other plants. People lying on a long cool bench enjoying the smells. ( The most interesting bit not captured ,people and the smell of the plants!)
Igor Mitorja was a Polish artist and sculptor, born in Oederan Germany March 26 1944 and died October 6 2014 in Paris France. He is known for his fragmented sculptures of the human body often created for large -scale public installations. He is considered one of the most internationally recognised Polish sculptors. You can see his work in the Narodowe Museum in Krakow, Hirshhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden Washington D C and the Los Angeles County Museum of Art amongst others. There is ” Head lulled to sleep” 1983 installed on Canary Wharf London.
Igor Mitoraj once said “I feel a piece of arm or a leg speak far more strongly than a whole body”

A museum is a place where one should lose one’s head.😉

Renzo Piano

Museu de les ciencies

Inside

Don’t go to museums with a destination. Museums are wormholes to other worlds. They are ecstacy machines. Follow your eyes to wherever they lead you… and the world should begin to change for you.

Jerry Saltz
Next to this mirror was the plaque in black . You have already read it. You know I am programmed to die.
Distribution of heat in my body .
In an incubator this chicken’s egg. (I was drawn to watch a chicken pecking to come into this world.)
Two have succeeded.
The outside
Was the chicken designed for the egg or the egg shell for the chick? Did contents determine the design of the “container” OR is the “container” the Wow?
Just a thought: Is my body designed for my mind to function at its best or my mind bent to give a wow body?

It’s not a museum. It’s not a place of artifacts; it’s a place of ideas.

Jeanie Kahnke

Travelling is strange. We never know how long we will spend in a place. I thought one or two days , it has been seven. Valencia kept on giving. I hope you have enjoyed this small portion of time on the roads we travel. Thank you for reading this post.

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