Rickshaw driver says museums are closed (not verified) on Sunday. Offers to take me to the temple, I accept and on arrival I get directed up the hill. Climb hill, miss temple, find planetarium instead. Decide to skip planetarium and find modern art gallery at the same site.
Its an attractive building (inside at least) built into the top of the hill above Hyderabad. Slanted planes of rock protrude through the walls and parts of the floor. As I found in Kerala the art is accessible and pretty good. I'm reminded I love art, there are wonderful portrayals of local life, isolation, family, disgust. The styles vary, and I don't know how to describe them, mostly oils/acrylics as these artists are not compelled to use something controversial. It couldn't be further from the absolute rubbish at the Tate Modern. If I ever see another painting made up of two blocks of colour again it will be too soon, unless of course I have purchased it along with some matches. Unfortunately the museum (perhaps filling space) also has a collection of european paintings of the worst kind. Fleshy young women exposing a nipple here and there... those can go on the "I'm going to paint a tree silver and call it art" pile
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