If you have the chance, on a visit to London and want to enjoy, free at the point of entry, a wonderful couple of hours find your way to the Tate Britain. This Art Gallery, which shows off the best of British Art has been adapted for a public benefit that today is one of the best visits in London. And recently the layout has been adapted so you can follow chronologically the development of British Art from the sixteenth century onwards. I love Art Galleries but I’ll be the first to admit to a tendency to tire quickly.
Not today as I wandered from Henry VIII and Elizabeth I
past the equine Stubbs
to Pastoral Constable
and Imaginative Turner
World’s turned with Holman Hunt and Millais,
and Waterhouse’s genius
world’s crumbled as Europe shook
and Spencer imagined the Resurrection in Cobham.
And so to Lowry, and Blake and Hockney
and Riley and Bacon and Gilbert and George and that sculptor chappie
and Emin and oh so many others dragged me to today and a well earned cuppa.
Do go. You’ll love it.
To anyone who can name all the art and their artists, they’ll have my undying admiration and the epithet ‘smart-arse’ forever more used in connection with this blog.