Going to Central London the day after Black Friday was not one of my best ideas. Too close to Christmas and too many people at one point I could feel the stress bubbling in my stomach and tears threatened to fall. I don't like crowds, I don't like feeling like my personal space is being invaded, I don't like pointless noise.
Enough of the negativity. Do you know what I do like? I like concrete, and I really like the Switch House. I know nothing about architecture except what I've learnt from repeatedly watching Grand Designs, and those lessons have all been aesthetic and budget based. (And the crushing realisation that I won't be able to afford to build my own home, ever).
The Switch House is the new extension to the Tate Modern in London and is full of beautiful shapes and delicate shadows (or at least I imagine it would). The Switch House was opened in June 2016, and although Tate may have many faults, that the organisation has such a wide collection on view for free to the public is awesome. I'm a big believer in art for all, even when the American man incredulously says, That can't be just bricks lined up on the floor? (Yes, yes it is my dear). Tate take this ignorance in hand though, and offer free tours to allow those who don't get modern art the doorway into an often pretentious and difficult world. Many of the collection displays have been re-hung to demonstrate how artists work within themes, these exhibitions a live essay to be observed, read, digested.
The new galleries are deliciously clean and new, funnily enough, the works starting points from which to jump into themes on art and architecture, object and sculpture.
Anyway, enough of that, I sound like I'm the Tate payroll, and I'm not.