Tate Modern? Just Briefly.
If the city of London were an artwork, I bet it would be a true Jackson Pollock. A huge, breathtaking canvass, filling space, filling time. Bustling with the energy captured, of one million paint sprays. Throwing the full force of motion, of colour, right into your face.
Orientation only comes from looking at traces and layers and axes. Find your fixed points yourself, navigate, rotate along your interests and passion. Regardless whatever excites you, tickles your brain or simply amuses, just follow along and enjoy, because on each street corner there’s plenty.
To pay full respect to all the places we went to, or to cover at least half of the amazing things we have seen, would take me hours.
So just this:
Weather was fine (mostly), and we walked quite a lot. There’s a nice little company offering guided tours. Themed walks, walks through various parts of the city. Altogether highly recommendable.
Yay for compulsive collectors, because they are the source of amazing museums!
Meeting with kathyh at Sir John Soane's was priceless, and so was chatting with vastan at Piccadilly Circus, out in the rain.
A much too short visit to the Tate Modern. The entrance hall completely blows me each time I’m there.
I had the most wonderful time, tracing the 18th century. Paintings, houses and street fronts. A harpsichord in action. Historically correct naval uniforms and port wine. The sunny meadows of Greenwich.
Movies and Theatre:
I’m Not There (Bob Dylan biopic, as fascinating as it is flawed)
Glengarry Glenn Ross (Which had mostly raised my curiosity, because I had seen the movie version of it some years ago. Also, the additional benefits of very fine actors live on stage, including Papa Swann as Shelley Levene. cavendish, though, didn't nearly enjoy Mamet's play as much as I did)
Orientation only comes from looking at traces and layers and axes. Find your fixed points yourself, navigate, rotate along your interests and passion. Regardless whatever excites you, tickles your brain or simply amuses, just follow along and enjoy, because on each street corner there’s plenty.
To pay full respect to all the places we went to, or to cover at least half of the amazing things we have seen, would take me hours.
So just this:
Weather was fine (mostly), and we walked quite a lot. There’s a nice little company offering guided tours. Themed walks, walks through various parts of the city. Altogether highly recommendable.
Yay for compulsive collectors, because they are the source of amazing museums!
Meeting with kathyh at Sir John Soane's was priceless, and so was chatting with vastan at Piccadilly Circus, out in the rain.
A much too short visit to the Tate Modern. The entrance hall completely blows me each time I’m there.
I had the most wonderful time, tracing the 18th century. Paintings, houses and street fronts. A harpsichord in action. Historically correct naval uniforms and port wine. The sunny meadows of Greenwich.
Movies and Theatre:
I’m Not There (Bob Dylan biopic, as fascinating as it is flawed)
Glengarry Glenn Ross (Which had mostly raised my curiosity, because I had seen the movie version of it some years ago. Also, the additional benefits of very fine actors live on stage, including Papa Swann as Shelley Levene. cavendish, though, didn't nearly enjoy Mamet's play as much as I did)