We spent another fine day in Brisbane city. We returned to the Museum of Modern Art for a more thorough look. It featured more realism than most modern art museum so that fit our taste nicely. The biggest display (literally) was an incredibly lifelike sculpture of a woman in bed. She was huge, probably 5x or 6x scale. Every detail was executed from the subtly mottled skin tone to the eyebrow hairs to the veins in her hands. Other highlights were a giant arch cleverly executed from nothing more than cardboard boxes of incremental sizes, some motor scooters in sinuous shapes that resembled antlered animals, and several amazing magic realist paintings (my genre). Of course, being a modern art museum it had its fair share of head scratchers as well, each of which beg the question, “what’s the point of that?”
The rest of the day we spent mostly in the vibrant West End neighborhood. Among the many ethnic restaurant choices we settled on a nice Vietnamese place for lunch. Upon leaving the eatery we made it about half a block before Deborah had her usual ice cream craving, requiring another food purchase. We did a fair job of walking off all those calories as we headed for a ferry terminal. Unfortunately, upon arrival we discovered the ferries were not running that day due to heavy rains in recent days which swelled the river with debris, not to mention turned it brown. As it was a hot day the long walk back to the train station was less than appealing so we hopped on a bus after a friendly chat with the driver, and made our way home.
The rest of the day we spent mostly in the vibrant West End neighborhood. Among the many ethnic restaurant choices we settled on a nice Vietnamese place for lunch. Upon leaving the eatery we made it about half a block before Deborah had her usual ice cream craving, requiring another food purchase. We did a fair job of walking off all those calories as we headed for a ferry terminal. Unfortunately, upon arrival we discovered the ferries were not running that day due to heavy rains in recent days which swelled the river with debris, not to mention turned it brown. As it was a hot day the long walk back to the train station was less than appealing so we hopped on a bus after a friendly chat with the driver, and made our way home.
The West End neighborhood in Brisbane.
Deborah forced to stand in front of yet another tree.
West End home near the ferry dock.
Modern Art Museum. Deborah is the one on the left.
