On Friday I booked a ticket to go to a couple of exhibitions on (what I thought) was Saturday afternoon. I still blame the prosecco, because on viewing the receipt I had chosen Sunday instead. I was indeed having a cultural weekend, and so ran off to the Tate Modern for a wander around some questionable art.
First up, Conflict, Time, Photography. Nothing questionable about this art, it was both harrowing and intriguing. I’ve always had a fascination of atomic bombings at Hiroshima and Nagasaki so seeing photos I had not seen before of moments, weeks and years after the events was of much interest. But there was more – a family tree of people who had been killed in Bosnia actually brought tears to my eyes in public.
I followed this experience with Alibis: Sigmar Polke 1963-2010. As I’m no artist or art fancier of any kind, I hadn’t heard of Polke before – but as the ticket was cheap I went for it. It was a great exhibition to follow one that had saddened me – Palm Tree Penises lightened the mood.
Later, I met with some chums for an enjoyable lock-in. No dear reader, not alcohol related (this time) but instead we went to try to escape a room at Escape Rooms. If you’re a fan of puzzles and like an adrenaline rush, I suggest you give it a go. I can’t give away too many details as that’s the whole point, but the aim is to find clues and various patterns in a locked room in order to escape (with an hour time limit). We managed to get out with 14 minutes to spare, but felt it slightly anticlimactic when opening the door to find that we had finished. As a group we decided that there should have been one more twist so instead of going straight for food we ended up in the pub first.
And that was my weekend. From lazy to super busy, that’s how I roll. xoxo