I know the word for pen in every language of the countries I’ve visited this trip. That’s because I’ve bought six of them. For some reason I like to keep them close at hand, but am very clumsy with them and lay them across bus seats on twisty roads or ‘donate’ them to museum curators. So when I saw this installation in Vienna I had to laugh. Doubly, since the pens in the exhibit contain no ink.
And then I broke the gallery rules and snapped this second shot, but not because I couldn’t afford the piece–it was haunting and cool; I just couldn’t fit it in my backpack because it was already stuffed with yummy pastries, dried fruit and ham for my train trip…
