I've been countless times to Basel, and never to the Tinguely Museum. But last Sunday my friend Mimi and I were strolling the banks of the Rhein and suddenly, there it was. The kinetic fountain in the park in front alerts the visitor to the fantasy that's inside. There the sweeping riverside passage of the majestic Mario Botta building leads us to the second of three floors filled with the cacophonous harmony of Jean Tinguely's amazing structures. What extraordinary creations out of rusting, discarded and damaged objects. Every 15 minutes the touch of someone's foot triggers an outburst of movement, light and sound, making this museum a marvel of sensations.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Tinguely in Basel
I've been countless times to Basel, and never to the Tinguely Museum. But last Sunday my friend Mimi and I were strolling the banks of the Rhein and suddenly, there it was. The kinetic fountain in the park in front alerts the visitor to the fantasy that's inside. There the sweeping riverside passage of the majestic Mario Botta building leads us to the second of three floors filled with the cacophonous harmony of Jean Tinguely's amazing structures. What extraordinary creations out of rusting, discarded and damaged objects. Every 15 minutes the touch of someone's foot triggers an outburst of movement, light and sound, making this museum a marvel of sensations.
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