Spain was a special place for Hemingway. Many bars in the old section of Madrid claim that he hung out there. El Matadero, the former slaughterhouse where the bullfighting-obsessed Hemingway liked to watch matadors practice killing bulls and the old women drink the blood of the freshly slaughtered cattle, has been transformed into a Dia Beacon/Mass MoCA like space for art installations, theater, dining or just strolling. Free admission. The government here does things like that. They have a Minister of Culture.
It was dark before we left and of course the lights came on, but with some simple thought the red brick slaughterhouse was bathed in red flood lights and the bare trees in front were lit with white. A display worthy of Duane Sherwood’s work with New Math and Personal Effects.
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