There is its shadow poking, in a rather sinister fashion, into one of Bourgeois’ “cells”.
Here’s part of another cell. That blue and that red seem to be very important colours in Bourgeois’ personal palette.
I hadn’t seen any of her sewn fabric sculptures before. Incredibly powerful.
Apparently she met my all-time sculpture hero, Constantin Brancusi, in 1950. The inspiration is clear.
Couldn’t resist the (belated) halloween appeal of this hanging sculpture, at least from this particular vantage-point. Move in any direction, though, and all was changed utterly.
The big (huge) spider sculpture which was commissioned for the opening of the Tate and dominated the Turbine Hall is back, straddling a substantial area outside the building. It is, of course, called Maman (mother). This spider is small, about the size of my camera, but was something I could relate to powerfully nonetheless.
And here’s a picture that isn’t someone’s art, merely a street. But I liked the way the building and its reflection talked to each other.
It is so, so good to have the camera back. And I shall be going back to the exhibition if possible. It’s unmissable.