can you catch a rabbit with one hand?

I went to the Dürer-Cranach-Holbein exhibition yesterday. The German Portrait around 1500. the cashier was too bored to care I had forgotten my student ID and gave me the discount, I probably should have said I was under 18 and gotten in for free. the security guard was too bored to care about my bottle of water- seemingly a symbol of museum terrorism, otherwise. up the grand stairs and past the huge antique statues of men clad only with oddly shaped leaves, reminiscing about the time I got into a giggle-fight with my sister so intense my gum fell onto said grand stairs. I guess only tourists treat the place as reverently as they should. running in circles with my mom to find first the toilet, then the actual exhibition. then, wandering around inside, staring in awe and confusion at the oddly organized pictures: yes, they had numbers, which served as the occasional reference in some of the explanatory notes on the wall, but whose sequence did not adhere to any standard numerical systems. so, confused by the order and the pictures themselves. the artists weren’t only the three mentioned, rather talented and well-known painters, but a lot of others too, some or actually most even nameless “Swabian painter around 16th century”- maybe they didn’t have enough good pictures and had to fill the blank walls? dürer’s nice, obviously- a real master, of course they only had portraits and no rabbits. the others really just served the purpose of showing how good dürer was, compared to his contemporaries. amazingly talented, apparently. also, most people at that time seemed to be cross-eyed, and extremely ugly. by accident we landed in the churchy section, altarpieces and the like. my mom enjoyed looking at the jewelry they made after the portraits in the shop. nice pearls, and some stones. I am so not paying there next time.