According to the guidebook, the Guggenheim was a controversial building when it first opened in 1959 and it’s clear that the building that resembles the love-child of an egg and a spaceship stands out from its more traditional looking neighbours. The gallery’s website has a page where you can find out more about the history of the Guggenhiem if you’re interested.
This is no bad thing, as the beauty of the Guggenheim lies in its architecture as much as (if not more so) than the art – it all depends on what’s showing really.
Luckily for this intrepid museum adventurer, admission was free instead of the usual $20-something, which was a blessed relief after the ‘suggested admission’ at the Met wasn’t really a suggestion according to the person at the admissions desk.
The reason for this gratis entry? The gallery was getting itself ready for an event in the evening, and due to the disruption, let everyone in for free.
How nice of them!
Wandering along the winding walkways of the Guggenheim is an experience that is delightful and dizzying, as everything is on the slant to allow for the spiraling nature of the floor. You start to see what I mean in this picture.
This is not somewhere to visit if vertigo is an ailment you have a particular problem with, but the one continuous slope means that it is remarkably easy to access all the floors.
The lines and corkscrewing curves of the gallery are what really make the Guggenheim special. Absolutely anything could have hung on the walls, but it was the walls themselves that interested me more here. Even if they did make me a little bit dizzy…