The art at the Brommaplan station seems to be especially overlooked by people passing through the station. I, myself have been here with two different people that did not even notice it as I was photographing the art for this blog.
I like that the silver aluminum, with its rivets that for me scream 'Plane!', is subtle or, perhaps made subtle by the advertisements and reader boards that are all around.
Another aspect, I like is that the photographs encased in the glass are recessed, adding to what I feel like is the ghost like quality of these memory columns. Because that is what they are, photographs and an homage to the days that Brommaplan was the main airport. Now almost all traffic goes through Arlanda airport.
Mostly tourists go through this station on their way to visit Drottningholm Slott (the royal summer palace).
I do not go as often as I should, I went once during summer this year, and recently with my latest house guest. I did find myself thinking about the first time I went, which is now over twelve years ago. The journey seemed so far, but not that I am familiar with Stockholm, I don't consider it to be far.
The first time, I went alone, to see the theater which is an actual working 18th century theater with its original stage machinery still in use. Until I went to see an Opera there, I had only seen such a stage in movies. The thunder machines and the fake waves moved by human hands rotating a handle hidden in the wings of the stage. There were only tours in Swedish at the time (or perhaps I just didn't come at the correct time). This time I got to have the tour in English and my girlfriend and I were the only ones on our tour, so we got to be on stage and work both the wind/waves/and thunder.
I enjoyed the grounds even though we were frozen and yet there was no longer snow.
a new snowfall comes I think I will drag the husband out there.
Only the top photo is of the palace, I prefer the grounds and the "Chinese" styled pavilions out past the formal gardens and the labyrinth.