guGGenheim - bilBao

Bilbao, once rusty steel and a fishy smell, is now a glorious, gleaming architectural frenzy. Frank Gehry has erected a building there that looks as if a Titan had shed its armor.

Once inside, you immediately stumble into Richard Serra's rusty spirals – art as a labyrinth, heavy as ship's plates that have never seen the water.

Barbara Kruger screams into your brain in capital letters that you're just a consumer idiot anyway. Refik Anadol hypnotizes with a shimmering data rush, as if someone had spilled LSD in the server room.

And then Warhol and Lichtenstein, pop art as a colorful slap in the face, so that you don't forget that Marilyn Monroe, in repetition and speech bubbles, is also art.

All together: exhibitions that eat up the space, suck you in and spit you out again.

Bilbao sold its industry and bought a cathedral of art. And you? You walk through it in amazement, as if you were suddenly part of the installation.