No information about whose work it might be, and it does look rather dull on that institutionally bare wall. There was a companion piece on another wall (try to ignore the reflections) -
I liked the wavy lines making different kinds of nets - or looking like an electromagnetic force field.
A day later, I'm in the vitreoretineal clinic, finding the pleasant surprise of prints by Albert Irvin (again, please overlook the reflections) -
black on black |
Concordia II, 1997 |
Art on the walls give something to think about while fretting about possible nasty outcomes. Fortunately for me, all the fretting turned out to have been wasted energy - thank goodness!
And thank goodness for the NHS and wonderful facilities like Moorfields.
2 comments:
Oh dear. Eye Hospital! You had me on tenterhooks till I reached the end of the post.
But good that there was art to distract you!
Sandy
Oh gosh ... how very disquieting even though the worrying wasn't needed. It takes a while to forget the insecurity such situations things bring.
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