Looking, again

Looking up, down, roundabout, all things I love doing. Necks are there for a reason, after all! Looking ahead, the one thing I’m trying not to do just now. Things will get bumpy in the not too distant future. This might explain my current obsession with straight lines and simply patterns, and the idea that

Waiting in front of the Turbine Hall entrance

Here’s a wee story, well, it’s many stories, little titbits, snippets of lives, and none of them mine. On our last day of our trip, we spent some time in London, waiting for the afternoon performance of ‘I, Joan’ to start in the The Globe. The theatre is right next to the Tate Modern, so

‘Fire! Fire!’

This is a picture I saw in the Tate Modern, in London, a couple of weeks ago. I used it last night as a prompt for my writing group, The Procrastinators. I know of course, that the title of this work of art by Enrico Baj is ‘Fire! Fire!’, but when I first encountered it,

National Bad Poetry Day

I put my hand up with greatest pride here. Yes, I have written a lot of bad poetry. I am currently writing a lot of bad poetry. And, if all goes well, I shall write an abundance of toenailcurlingly bad poetry in the future. Yay! In my notebooks, on my laptop, I can scroll through

Circles, dots and saucers

If you’ve read yesterday’s post about the Obliteration Room in the Tate Modern, then it will come as absolutely no surprise to you that I visited the museum again. That I waited patiently in line – again – until it was my turn to pick up my sticker sheet full of bright, coloured dots and

Obliteration!

So, highlights of our weeklong trip to London: many. More to come. Yesterday morning, though, a gem. Unexpected, and therefore even better. A source of tremendous joy when I really needed to see something positive. I went to Tate Modern again, I didn’t get round to all the exhibition rooms during our visit a couple