Confession about my relationship to the Modern museum i Stockholm:
I love walking around the island, looking at the sculptors, visiting the museumshop, and set up to meet people in one of the cafées with the excuse to see the exhibitions together. Wich rarely happens.
I used to be young and pretentious, reading all the curators forewords and analyzing the whole shobang, and after maybe, maybe have a coffe. Today its the other way around. I get totally inspired just by watching the posters in the restaurant and the view of the water. Am I getting old and lazy, or just relaxed and comfortable?
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