Rachel and I had some time off so we took a drive over to the Liverpool Tate. Somehow we managed to drive the wrong way through the city and got caught up in a whole manner of congestion and road works. After a bit of Google mapping and some mandatory bickering we managed to get parked near the Albert Docks.
We decided it would be best to have something to eat before going into the Tate as being hungry in the presence of art would only serve to blind us from its presence… unless that was the point, in which case I wouldn’t go anywhere near the place.
There was a café near the Tate so I got a Cornish pasty and Rach got a prawn and mayo sandwich. We sat outside eating and confabulating about how you don’t have to travel far in the UK for the accent to completely change before we entered into a competitive discussion about our childhood tales of coming to the Albert docks.
In the gallery we walked around the sculpture exhibition, which we were distracted from for a short time to watch two strikingly beautiful teenaged girls uncomfortably edging away from an overweight gallery staff member. He had decided to make it his duty to impart to them a detailed deconstruction of the work that they happened to be chatting near. The second best thing for me, on the day was this sculpture, by Yayoi Kusama which I couldn’t resist getting a shot of.