I walked a little farther today and made it to the Tate Modern Museum, which is massive and full of strange and fascinating exhibits. On of the first things to catch my eye was this radio tower.
Many of the units were functioning and broadcasting talk radio. I have watched six episodes of Dr. Who, so I can say that from a distance this sculpture has a Dr Who-ish feel to it.
I also saw this gem which reminds of the quilts HK creates. I think this would be an excellent quilt, don’t you?
Also in the weird lines hall was this mind bender.
If that doesn’t cross your eyes, I don’t know what will. There should be a fainting couch next to it.
This one appealed to the darkness in my soul.
It’s what I imagine my own matrix code looks a little like.
No trip to a European museum would be complete with out a few water lilies, right? This one is so big I couldn’t get it in a single frame.
And I came across a sweet reminder from the Guerrilla Girls about women in art.
In case you are blind like me:
The Advantages of Being a Woman Artist:
Working without the pressure of success
Not having to be in shows with men
Having an escape from the art world in your 4 free-lance jobs
Knowing your career might pick up after you’re eighty
Being reassured that whatever kind of art you make it will be labeled feminine
Not being stuck in a tenured teaching position
Seeing your ideas live on in the work of others
Having the opportunity to choose between career and motherhood
Not having to choke on those big cigars or paint in Italian suits
Having more time to work after your mate dumps you for someone younger
Being included in revised versions of art history
Not having to undergo the embarrassment of being called a genius
Getting your picture in the art magazines wearing a gorilla suit.
After that wingdinger I came across the Gerhard Richter room. I knew it was his work before I read the sign. He is an artist I check in on occasionally to see if he has any exhibitions nearby. The Tate Modern has SIX of his paintings. They did not have my very favorite one (a pink and brown and black affair), but these were wonderful to see in the flesh. Here they are in order of favorite to most favorite.
These are obviously examples of abstract art. Richter would paint, then paint over the paint, then squeegee over the paint and allow the earlier paint to show through the top paint. In some places the paint is very thick, and in some it is very fine and delicate. I don’t know why I like these so much; usually abstract art is difficult for me. These though speak to and I hope someday to see the pink and brown and black one (pretty sure that’s the official name).
After this lucky find I was ready for some street food. I had some fried chicken and chips with mayo and the tiniest amount of ketchup imaginable.
I walked by the Globe–Shakespeare’s Globe–and had to keep walking. It was too overwhelming.
I went to Starbucks to dust my nuts and talk myself through getting in there.
No tickets available for any immediate showings of Macbeth or Midsummer, but the box office artist advised me to wait in the standby queue prior to the play to buy the no-show tickets. This is now the plan.
The Uber driver who helped me not have to walk back to KB’s asked me about Trump. We both sighed.
I am reading Cleopatra; The Night Manager; and Scarlet, by Marissa Meyer.
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