Kurt Schwitters
Kurt Schwitters
Kurt Schwitters
Somehow I found myself at the Kurt Schwitters exhibit at the Berkeley Art Museum twice within the space of two days last weekend. The first was a madcap dash Saturday evening through both the show on the top floor and the reconstruction of Schwitters's epic Merzbau installation in the lower gallery, five minutes before the museum closed (thank you, BAM!), accompanied by three artists from NYC, Taiwan, and Sweden respectively. The second was a more contemplative visit in the middle of the day Sunday, where I had the work almost completely to myself and could spend as much time as I liked hypnotized by Schwitters's endless combinations of paint, paper scraps, plaster, whatever else he had laying around. If you haven't seen the show yet this weekend would be an ideal time to visit, either Friday night when the museum is open late and artists like Suzy Poling and Lana Voronina interpret Schwitters's work live or else Sunday afternoon when you can drop in and make your own collage art with Veronica de Jesus. Hell, go both days.
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