Ironically, Crystalworld was a rather dark and surreal place. I remember my mother telling me she had a bad reaction to CW when she visited. I never knew what she meant, but now seeing it firsthand I could imagine its because of the very strange exhibits. One of the rooms contained a musical box that played music that could easily have been from a horror movie. The pictures from the fairytale that went along with the music was of a dog getting cut in half by a butcher knife. I haven=t a clue what this has to do with crystals.
My favorite exhibit was one created by Brian Eno. He called it a growing crystal of 500 million crystals. Every second it would slightly change shape or color. He wrote the score for it, which was ambient and soothing. I sat and watched it for about ten minutes in a calm trance.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
On the train to Munich. Everything fell right into place. Last night, I was fortunate enough to get mz own room at the Jugendherberge Innsbruck hostel.The hostel was an ugly building looked like a concrete block from communistic era. The wooden beds were as comfortable as what I would imagine prison beds to be and everything had a charge from heating the stove to checking email. This was a complete contrast to the utopic hostel I stayed at in Monte Negro. After a long day of travel and walking I fell asleep at 10 pm.