I spent some time roaming the halls of Löwenbräu-Kunst. Löwenbräu-Kunst was a historic brewery in Zurich’s industrial area closed down in the mid 1980s. It has become home to art galleries.
Here’s one of the art installations, Three Brooms (Mops), which got me thinking: What’s the deep, existential meaning of it?
Is it what Keith Richards thinks, “I mean, give me a guitar, give me a piano, give me a broom and string, I wouldn't get bored anywhere”?
Or, maybe it is the statement by Mahatma Gandhi, “Confession of errors is like a broom, which sweeps away the dirt and leaves the surface brighter and clearer. I feel stronger for confession”?
Indisputably, the Gandhi’s thought is profound, but I am with Keith on that one – “What a drag it is getting old”.