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Finally I got up to the Palais de Justice. Yet another lowering thought: I must have walked and cycled past it numerous times in the 1980s and I don’t think I have any recollection of it, for all its monstrosity. According to Wikipedia, it was considered to be one of the biggest buildings in the world when it was constructed (1866-83 by Joseph Poelaert). I look at it and think that when it was completed Leopold II took the Congo under his personal rule: not an elevating thought. The building squats over the little streets below (there’s a lift up to it) and dominates the view from the royal quarter. It looks semi-derelict, with buddleia sprouting out of the stonework and roadblocks on the long slopes up to the entrance from Marolles. It is said that the scaffolding has been up for so many years that it too is now in need of renovation.
And so to another slightly odd building: the Old England (1899 by Paul Saintenoy), a former department store and now the museum of musical instruments. It’s a reminder of the modernity of Art Nouveau in its use of steel and plate glass (which does give it a slight meccano feel). Inside there are chestnut leaf motifs everywhere – leading me to wonder how much people missed the natural world as their environment became ever built-up, crowded and noisier, with the clang of trams replacing the wake-up crow of the cockerel depicted in mosaic or sgraffito on the new houses.
Actually, the musical instrument part of the museum was unexpectedly interesting thanks to the audio guide which “played” the instruments before you. The harpsichords and spinets, once their lids were unfolded, resembled miniature stage sets with their intricate paintings and decorations.
A quick look at the former Waucquez warehouse (Victor Horta, 1906) – now the comic art museum – and then a relaxed lunch in the Palais des Beaux Arts (Horta, 1929). This is Art Deco rather than Art Nouveau – leaving me open to the idea of an Art Deco tour in Brussels!
The queue outside the Musée des Beaux Arts which had deterred us in the morning was now negligible, so I headed in for the Fin de Siècle and more déjà vu: I had spent a Sunday afternoon here 8 years ago, and I’m pretty sure that I stopped by the same paintings. The Belgian artists who looked at workers through Roman Catholic eyes, painting triptychs that evoked Calvary and including a semi- transparent Virgin and Child in a Breughel-like Sunday afternoon scene. (Van Woestyne again.)
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Léon Frederic I find bizarrely fascinating. Between him, Breughel, Van Gogh and Brel, the Flemish peasant gets a pretty raw deal publicity-wise. His realism makes me think of Hubert von Herkomer, but the babies . . . ?! They are quite gruesome, and the idea of using them to represent water flowing to its resting place makes them look like either crazed ankle-biters or drowned rag dolls.
In my opinion, obvs.
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After all this, I was ready to come out on the side of the shameless carousers below rather than the virtuous workers. There really are loads of wonderful paintings, though – without even going to the upper galleries. The beguiling oddness (to say nothing of the way his name is spelled) of Fernand Khnopff; the painting of seven different views of his sister was mirrored by Burne- Jones and his indistinguishable females. The predominantly decorative qualities of Vuillard and Wouters. Ensor looking like a Sickert bad dream. The surreal quality of the pensive storks.
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And finally, the furniture and ornaments that recalled a visit to Nancy ten years ago and my (witting) introduction to Art Nouveau. Louis Majorelle, Emile Gallé and Antonin Daum: the names came back to me. Beautiful objects, and I could certainly live with the light fitting . . . but, as in Nancy, after three days I was longing for some straight lines and sharp angles.
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