So I took the post I made the other day to heart and finally made my visit to see the Tate Modern, something I’d always put off because firstly I thought I would eventually go with somebody else. After that person made a rapid exit from my life I assumed I would wait until somebody more suitable came along. Then I guessed I would go with somebody/anybody when the opportunity arose. Two years later and still waiting I think maybe it’s the time to give up and move on.
So I bit the bullet and toddled along by myself. I won’t lie and say it wouldn’t have been better without someone else’s opinion to compare with, but I still enjoyed it. I’m not sure that I will ever get behind the extreme abstract/surrealist stuff but there was plenty there I could appreciate. Some of the sculptures were simply immense (like the ones below), some of the paintings were.. Just rubbish. I guess art is all taste and interpretation but no matter how the guide suggests violence is inherent in a red square with a blue triangle I don’t get it. Also a dozen squares of bright paper bear no more resemblance to a squirrel than they do a trombone.
I didn’t take a lot of pictures because it was a fair fight just to see the things in the first place – it was stupid busy while I was there. I did get a couple of interesting ones but the perspective from a camera doesn’t capture the feel of any of them as well as actually being in front of it (that and I’ve only had the camera for a month – give me a break)
Anyway I ultimately enjoyed myself – it did me good to break the routine and I shall be doing it again in the near future – probably the Aquarium next time. Again something I would have preferred to do with somebody else, but beggars can’t be choosers and I’ll be entertained enough that I don’t care (especially if there is an octopus).
To lower the tone a little the highlight of the trip may have been the unbelievably attractive French lady on the train on the way home.. What an accent on top of everything else, I definitely should move to Europe.
Oh, and to finish, I purchased myself a little present. After watching “The Art of Russia” on BBC3 a few months ago and being spellbound I couldn’t resist.
The art from the start of the revolution was so powerful and evocative, and I find the social critique behind constructivism fascinating.
Anyway that’s enough from me for the day – I am absolutely pooped after all that walking and contemplating (and the bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon with dinner)!