AC and I had our first day 'together' in London today and chose to spend it on a trip down Father Thames to Tate Modern to see the Gauguin exhibition, and something that moved me far more, the Sunflower Seeds.
Here are some photographs just to jog our memories in years to come.
I am going to use my blog more as a diary for Little Jude than saying anything of earth-shattering importance!
Tate Modern is such a stark and imposing building that one is immediately put in the mind-set to enjoy whatever they throw at you.
Well, not Gauguin for me. We both took one of those audio machines for explanation but I had to agree with a lady who was leaving the final room who said that if she hadn't had to fight to understand where she was and what the machine was telling her then she might have enjoyed the pictures more.
I did have a fight with the machine but more of a disagreement with Gaughin. I just think he was mad and that Van Gogh and he should have cut each others' ears off, smacked each other over the head with their respective chairs, caught syphillus and died much sooner than they did.
Dreary, dark, brooding, badly painted pictures of dark ladies and even worse pictures of horses carrying him off across the river to oblivion.
Bit like the Sunflower Seeds.
Mr. Wei Wei Whatever, made twenty thousand million single ceramic sunflower seeds, employed a whole town of thousands to work on this one work of art, shipped them to London to be laid as a carpet for people to walk on and make patterns, pick them up in handfuls, suck them, put them in their pockets as a lasting memory of his art-piece, and guess what?
Health and Safety has forbidden anyone to go near them because of the danger of dust!!!!!!!!
Poor Mr. Wei Wei. Buggered by beurocracy! Still a strangely moving mountain of Chinese porcelaine.
THE WONKY BRIDGE WITH ST. PAUL'S IN THE BACKGROUND SEEN FROM THE TOP FLOOR RESTAURANT AT TATE MODERN