Time for Kaffee und Kuchen at the Colosseum as I changed trains in Hannover, and I arrived in Hamburg in the middle of the afternoon. I walked to the Kunsthalle for a quick look:
Like Leeds Tiled Hall, the Kunsthalle has busts of famous artists as decoration. However, unlike Leeds, they don’t return the compliment of having a British artist anywhere, so I shall claim Holbein (top right) for us. There’s a bit of all European art in there galleries, and I was only able to note a little of it.
So: does this offer a taste of how Wells cathedral might have looked inside and out?
There were some wonderfully colourful illustrations of the life of Christ from the 15th century by Meister Francke: you really did get a sense of a story well told. The difference between early Northern European and Italian paintings: the former are so white and bony! I can find Caspar David Friedrich a bit overwrought at times – Wanderer above the Sea of Fog for instance – but one small landscape – Berglandschaft in Böhmen – I would have liked to take home. There was something about the yellow line of light in the centre. Das Eismeer looked like a precursor to Paul Nash’s Totes Meer. Max Klinger is not always weird. I see why I thought I was getting confused about Max Liebermann’s paintings: he changed styles and moved from Dutch peasants to well-dressed Sunday diners. The more I see of Gustave Courbet, the more I like him. Had I heard of the Brabizon School and forgotten it?
So much to see! I may go again tomorrow morning before the group arrives.