For something a little different, we headed into Esbjerg, After spending far too long trying to locate it in the TomTom because we were spelling it wrong in every possible way. Eventually, we found it, and made our way to the Kunstmuseum, full of contemporary and modern art. All very interactive, all very “I have no clue what I am looking at”.
Luckily, the building had its name plastered across the entire length of the exterior, so even we couldn’t miss it. We parked up and headed inside. No wristbands this time — just a lovely lady who explained the exhibit and how to navigate it. I was mentally lost by her third instruction, but I remembered three things:
There were pots we were supposed to stick our noses into.
We needed to double back on ourselves to go down a floor.
You could interact with the art… until it told you that you couldnt.
The museum was wonderfully eclectic. We started at the top and wound our way down through strange, warped artwork. One highlight was a giant white golf ball stuck to the wall that practically begged you to run full‑pelt at it to see if you’d bounce off. We resisted, barely but I did lean into it and give it a few pokes. There were countless paintings, several of which were deeply disturbing. “Nightmare on Canvas” which will haunt my dreams later.
We walked into a room of mirrors and there were a couple of chairs melting into the floor like they were bored. Our first room had a half-body it it. Another room encouraged us to describe a painting using expressive non‑words while the other acted as interpreter. We had far too much fun with that.
There was the disorientating white room which did knock you off-kilter. White string pulled across the room to draw art on the wall and it was quiet a strange feeling and you couldnt really capture it on film.
Then came the experimental stations, from matching pictures, to smelling bowls filled with mystery aromas. The civit and the beaver excretions were revolting, but I did correctly identify lavender and lemon/lime. After a while everything smelled like cleaning detergent, which was probably a mercy.
We headed into town for lunch, which included a pot of hot chocolate. Shops were shutting around 3 pm which is very civilised for a Saturday afternoon. Our next stop was the Men at the Sea: giant white statues facing the tides. They were impressive, imposing, and, as Matt observed, had five toes on one foot and six on the other.
We returned to the holiday house, for a short pit-stop before making a shorter trip out for bread and butter, meaning breakfast is sorted.
Matt had the remaining lasagne (which did not heat up as well as you’d hope after five minutes of microwave blasting), and I had baked beans and buttered bread a combination that will undoubtedly come back to bite me or more probably Matt later.