The crack

On Saturday I went to see a big crack in the concrete floor of the Tate Modern. One would think that something had happened, like an earthquake, or something equally catastrophic, but no, it was art! The crack is known as Shibboleth by Doris Salcedo who is making a comment on "the shaky ideological foundations on which Western notions of modernity are built". I'm not normally that intrigued by modern art but I saw a picture of the crack on a friend's flickr account and decided to go and see if for myself. I was surprisingly interested in it depsite the vast number of people milling about. I even went so far as to get an audio guide and find out a little more about the permanent collection.
You may have noticed that I said "I" rather than "We". Yes, I went alone to the Tate Modern. Robert had to work on Saturday so I went wandering about all on my lonesome. I have these sudden fits of ability to be alone, usually fuelled by necessity. I did however catch up with Jackie in Soho and then went back to London bridge to catch up with Yash as the sun was setting over Borough markets. We had coffee in Cafe Nero then went back to his place for some dinner before Robert joined us after he finished up at work. So it was a good day.
Saturday was just another day where I had to entertain myself after Robert was whisked off to Paris for two nights for work. I stayed with Caitlin and John on Wednesday night and then with Sarah on Thursday night and met Robert after work on Friday as he got off the Eurostar. He was lucky to escape from Paris after 3 days of public transport strikes.
On Sunday we went for a bicycle ride; the first one in many months. We did the River Wandle ride from close to where we live all the way along the banks of the river, south, to Mordor (ok, so it's Morden really, but we prefer to call it Mordor). It was a beautiful sunny day (with a top temperature of 14 deg) and aside from a few metres of busy road to cycle on the hazards consisted mostly of crazy kids on scooters and parents with strollers walking in the cycle lane. It was a 20km round trip which is never very taxing in London due to the lack of any sort of hill.
Last weekend we went to see The Four Season by candlelight at the Royal Albert Hall. The Orchestra was dressed in 18th Century costume and wigs and the conductor conducted from his harpsichord just as Mozart would have done. It was a mixed program of pieces by Vivaldi, Hayden, Mozart and Pacabel with the Four Seasons taking up the 2nd half of the program. The violin soloist was very flamouyant and very entertaining.
On the Sunday we went to the Victoria & Albert museum. Robert checked out the Asia section while Sarah and I went to two of the special exhibitions - the Life of Lee Miller (a photographer) and The Golden Age of Couture 1947-1957. Both were very interesting even if the fashion exhibition was badly layed out for the amount of people in the space at anyone time.
This Thursday we are looking forward to seeing Max and Jo who are on their grand tour of Europe and the UK (as all Australians should do at least once in their lives). Looking forward to getting out of London for a long weekend and taking lots of photos of autumn colour. Good thing Robert and I are coming down with a virus now and not at the end of the week... Speaking of which, it's time to make some honey and lemon drinks before we go to bed.


