Lithuania is near Albany.

Ever notice how a raccoon creep-hops out of the brush at dusk? Or, the way a possum slithers across the road at midnight, caught in your headlamps? Those are the shapes and fluidities I think of most often when I see the work of Zaha Hadid. Supine. Horizontal. She seems to envision her buildings as lumps beneath a stretchy cover for the landscape of an ironing board.

Quite surprised, I really like her winning design for the art museum to be built in Vilnius, Lithuania. It's a glistening thing that appears to have crawled up out of the Neris River where the locals will have to perpetually spray it with water, just as the eco-sensitive residents of Cape Cod always rush to the beach to douse a confused whale before the riggers arrive to shove it back into the water.

I suppose I'll trundle down to the Maya Stendahl Gallery when I'm back in town, to see what the losers had to offer.