Pebble

A man sits alone,
A pebble in a grass sea.
Contour walls ripple.


What a lovely day!  Off up to that London to meet Miranda to go to the  Paul Nash exhibition at Tate Britain.

The weather was glorious after a week of greyness.  This chap was sitting in the middle of a newly developed area  of grass and sensuously curving low walls.  He seemed completely lost in thought.

The exhibition was rather wonderful and completely overwhelming.  A man who lived through to two worst horrors of the last century  .. I became very emotionally involved with the paintings.  It was almost as if he had been put on this earth to give a perspective on these events and then his work was done.  From the stark trees and angular lines of the war paintings, the final paintings were far more transcendental - he clearly sensed his own transition from life to death. 

Back to reality, in the main hall of the gallery were some rather curious sculptures (see extras).....   A group of three which I would've called the Three Orifices ... I let you work out which is which  ...  
Amusingly there was one of the man lying prone and, shall we say, ready for action(!).  No-one batted an eyelid just walking past hardly noticing .... the shock of the new isn't shocking any more clearly!!! 

After this we walked along Millbank to find a pub that wasn't actually there (it was the other direction), but eventually found a nice Italiany place for a very welcome glass of wine and some food.

The afternoon was over far too soon ... looking forward to the next time!