arty-farty
To take a last glance at the Pre-Raphaelite Vision: True to Nature exhibition I ventured into Tate Britain today. The rain was pissing down, but luckily route 88 takes us from home straight to the museum giving absolutely no hassle at all. Paintings were mainly of the British natural scenery--recorded in bright colours and meticulous in detail (they lent out magnifying glasses for vistors to study the intricacies of their craft). To an extent such delicate styles of drawing can be beautiful yet at times quite tedious--I was never amused by Wordsworth's overt excitement over a bird or a flower. As my art fatigue sets in I went upstairs to look at something distinctively different: In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida. Hirst and two best mates have displayed their junk in an open-plan space. This setting, however, gives the false impression that it is a playground for kids. One little boy was chucking something inside a glass box under the observance of his parents, until someone came to stop him. Another kid attempted to touch Fairhurst's black gorilla, but his mum warned, 'Don't touch, otherwise the lady behind you will get very angry'. That random lady would be me. This is my favourite: A little girl began screaming in front of Lucas' artwork of genitals--fairly reasonable I suppose. Are these works titled 'Fuck the Egg Man' or 'Cnut' suitable for children anyways? All in all, it was a pleasant experience and the sun showed up when I came out.