Today I went to see the Ron Mueck exhibition. The differences in scale between each sculpture was a little unsettling and there was definately a touch of the grotesque. Yet I came away feeling oddly uplifted. Something of the everyday had been beautifully observed and although I felt as if I were intruding on some deeply personal moments, I also felt as if I was there to celebrate them too. I was really drawn to the smaller figures, the spooning couple and the tiny baby boy suspended from the wall. I felt as though I should gently lift him down and hold him. Well worth a visit and incredibly life affirming.