Art exhibitions are like running. Even if the run was slow, the route hard or the weather harsh, I always return home glad I went out.
So it is with exhibitions. Even with those that don’t move me or excite me, I always come away feeling that I’ve gained something.
On Friday evening, with a little manoeuvering at home (and after bathing the baby), I set off to meet a friend at London Bridge and from there to head to the Tate Modern for its Van Doesburg exhibition. Continue reading