It appeared one night, when I wasn’t paying attention. The new installation in the Museumsquartier, by Van Lieshout, just slightly controversial, all the rage. Especially among the younger crowd. It’s a bar housed inside a giant digestive system, including a giant arsehole (which has no function of its own), and seating inside the bar is provided by large brown beanbags. You know. Poo. Oh, how Noah was delighted when he figured that out. “I’m sitting on poo-poo! MOMMY, COME LOOK AT THE REALLY BIG POO-POO!”
Next to it, a ticket office inside a giant sperm.
I didn’t bother with an explanation. Noah was still totally into the idea of digestion and buttocks. Shortly afterward he felt the need to explain loudly to an attentive audience that his “Mommy doesn’t have a penis.” So I laughed with the nice Italian couple standing next to us and got the hell out of there.