Saturday, 31 March 2007

Two shots from early evening at the Tate Modern



I love the way the rain-soaked evening cradles the city. It is not yet dark, but the quality of the light is so soft and grey it seems to swaddle the town like a duvet. Meanwhile inside the Tate we have a fair ground ride masquerading as art masquerading as a fair ground ride: a game from Karsten Holler that is less than it seems.



[And yes, I know I've just used my purple prose allocation for the year. So sue me.]

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