Yesterday, I went into the Hotel Ohla. I wanted another look at Frederick Amat’s Wall Of Eyes, and to see the interior.
The desk clerk was very friendly, and took out three books on Amat for me to look at. He spoke about ten languages fluently (I love that skill) and so we had a great chat. It turns out that Barcelona has a cultural council that buys, promotes and maintains public art, and so the artwork is actually owned by the council, and they maintain the facade, tenderly washing the eyes, etc.
It’s great for the hotel, great for the art, and beautiful for the people.
Amusingly, he said that people were superstitious, and often feared that the eyes had spy cameras, and that the building was watching them.