Friday
After a lengthy morning meeting, and before doing any actual work, GorJus and I took a quick trip to Tate Modern. Being a member of The Tate hasn’t been terribly cost effective this past year.
Going forward, in an effort to get my money’s worth, I’ve decided I’m going to every exhibition, twice, and taking a friend with me. Irritatingly, although open, you can’t just rock up, step in and look at art (or go to the bar), you have to book. Regardless,, it was great to get back in there.
I confess that I like art to be light on concept, heavy on aesthetically interesting visuals. You’d think that five years of art school training would have knocked the love of paintings featuring highland cattle standing in lakes, and pictures of flowers in nice vases out of me, but not so. All those years of arty education allow me to say confidently that I like a pretty picture, and to openly admit that exhibitions that are evidently a replacement for therapy or involve some art school over achiever, masturbating, figuratively or actually, piss me right off.
I am also ok with admitting that I often enjoy the picture frames and the gift shop as much, if not more, than the exhibitions themselves. Soz Banksy, or does that mean I’m on the same page as Mr B? Really not sure. Anyhow, there was a sale in the Tate shop, I bought a silk scarf with the Andy Warhol, Marilyn Monroe image variations printed all over it. It was a bargain and I’m going to use it as fabric. Obviously it’s not enough to make an entire garment. I was considering mixing it with another fabric.
The giraffe fabric.
I may have mentioned the giraffe fabric before. I bought it many years ago because I love giraffes. It’s a Liberty print on silk crepe de chine. It wasn’t cheap, but I love giraffes so why not? I said to the shop assistant, I’ve got to have it, I love giraffes. She cut it, I paid. She may have heard two separate statements. It would excuse her lack of a useful response….I’ve got to have it, full stop, I love giraffes. Although why a woman shopping for luxury fabrics, even me, would randomly announce her love of an African plains animal, I don’t know. Weeks after I got the fabric I was about to cut it when I realised that it’s a print of trees and Viking looking ships, not a giraffe in sight. I stopped, I’ve kept it uncut as a lesson to myself to not be so overexcitable in fabric shops.
The print involves some giraffe-ish colours, and some of the tree trunks are vaguely like a long neck. My love of giraffes, combined with an overactive imagination, filled in non existent dots to make creatures where there were none.
Anyhow, it doesn’t go with Marilyn, I might have to buy more scarves.
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