As I made my way to Tate Modern, last week, I found myself looking up at the sky; the negative space, the shape left behind by the city. A shape that changes almost daily, new cranes appear followed by new towers. As I fall in love with the London skyline it changes once again. I'm not against that change; I'm just saying, it's something I notice more and more and wish I'd been documenting the change (though I'm sure others have).
Tate Modern is a place I love, there is always an exhibition worth seeing, the huge space feels so alive and it throngs with its mass of visitors, even on the greyest of weekdays. I thoroughly enjoyed both exhibitions I saw; Saloua Raouda Choucair and Mira Schendel. It felt good to see two great exhibitions by inspiring women and ones whose love of the geometric shape shined through in such different ways.
A few weeks back we visited the house and garden of the late Sir Frederick Gibberd, we've been here a few times now, its one of those places that pulls you back. Unlike other gardens we've visited it's a little raw around the edges, not as immaculate as some, and not filled with flowers, though there are of course some. This garden is big, full of sculptures (Sir Gibberd's wife Lady Patricia was a great patron of the arts), trees, dappled light, water, and a little magic. There are hidden corners everywhere, vistas to discover, and paths that wend their way from one area to the next, you loose yourself in a magical adventure, feeling like an explorer discovering a forgotten land. Part of the house is also open on Sundays and if you're a lover of mid century design this is a must, I'll share that in another post to come.
[image 1&2] copper fountains by Raef Baldwin, [image 4] Woman with Kid by Fred Kormis, [image 5] Bronze City by Gerda Rubinstein, [image 11] Bird by Hebe Cornerford
- so much harvest
- we eat it in many ways
- a brief visit to the southbank
- lunch at home
- lunch out
- Mouse doesn't like this
