Monday, February 27, 2012

#150. The Tate Modern, Sumner St, London


London's modern art gallery is housed in the former Bankside Power Station on the south bank of the River Thames. Meghan quipped that she thought her visit would have been more interesting and memorable if the building was still being used as such and included a tour and explanation of how the turbines worked.


On the top floor is the Restaurant and Bar, with a fantastic view of The City and St. Paul's Cathedral. The beer selection was better than expected. As you can see, I drank a Brew Dog, imported from Scotland.

This was my favourite piece on exhibit:


It turns out it was an actual crowd control device and not a work of art. I am joking. Only sort of. But here are a few of the pieces that I did quite enjoy.




Who said modern art was a big wank?


That was an excerpt from Seedbed, staged in 1972 by Vito Acconci, champion of the performance-artist-as-wanker movement of the 20th century. Click on that link if you think I'm being a philistine. I guarantee you it will be the second time you read the phrase "spiritual sphincter of his art" (this being the first).

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