Ann Marie C.
Yelp
This place was nutty. Really. Just bonkers.
As a part of our Sunday museum ritual, Boyfriend and I went to see Federic Marés' horded stuff. Yes, horded stuff. If you have a lot of money, you are a collector. If you are poor, you have a lot of match boxes and a problem.
His collection of sculpture is impressive, if a bit one sided. Almost all of it is wooden crucifixions or figures of Madonna and Child. I'm not one to have religious angst at all, but after the up-teenth Virgin Mary with full grown, but baby sized Jesus on her lap, looking like a ventriloquist doll, I started to get a little creeped-out.
The upper floors contain rooms of medieval nails and door knobs, women's fans, playing cards, hair pins, pipes, magnifying glasses, sea-shell sculptures ect. It came to a point where every time the craziness overwhelmed me I would find my boyfriend and pretend to be the Late Mrs Marés nagging her husband. "Fred, you can't go to that yard-sale. So help me if you bring back another broken clock, your collection of combs will go right in the trash bin."
It was fun, but sometime in the second hour the craziness made my brain hurt.