A day of low clouds, and the leaves still on the birch trees outside the art museum -
Inside,
the Tanks rather swallowed me up. I got interested in the various signs of reconstruction, and of the original construction ... but which was which?
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Polished concrete floors seem to be de rigeur these days |
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Spot the re-bar among the conglomerate - but it was the writing that interested me |
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Just like in the Lascaux Caves! |
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Builders use walls like blackboards |
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Well positioned, or was it just a coincidence? |
Result of a couple of hours of looking, wondering, recording -
After which, I wandered upstairs for a few moments and found this view, looking "very
Robert Kelly" -
Sue's work gives a better idea of what the Tanks really look like -
Others were elsewhere, saw other things -
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Carol found the carousel and seasonal market outside the gallery |
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Joyce translated Rothko's painted colours into pencil crayon |
And then we headed out for a colourful lunch and were lucky enough to nab a big table -
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