сряда, януари 11, 2006

A Dream Can Mean Anything

I also made the obligatory trip down to the Embankment to get some shots of Big Ben and Parliament, fighting the hordes of Chinese tourists all the while.



Finally went to the Tate Modern as well: it's impressively housed in an old power station on the southern shore of the Thames, almost directly across the river from the City and St. Paul's Cathedral. As in the old Tate, the curators keep a big installation in the main hall, this one by Turner Prize winner Rachel Whiteread:



These boxes represent a box she found in her grandmother's attic, and painting them white is supposed to evoke a sense of mystery as to their contents. The whiteness and the kids running around in between them made me think of a penguin ice factory. My first impression was "nice gimmick", as I think that with such a huge space it's hard not to make something that's visually impressive. Looking back at my photos, and the scale of the piles of boxes next to the patrons in the museum, I wouldn't be surprised if this image isn't lodged deep in my subconscious somewhere.

It was also somewhat ironic that the museum, or NatWest, had installed an ice slide for the kiddies right outside the main entrance of the gallery:



Finally, here's a shot of St. Paul's and the new pedestrian bridge that connects the City to the Tate Modern: old London meets new London?

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