Burly Hubbub

Head down to Waterloo tube station and then follow the signs that point off towards the Southbank Centre. It’s a route that means passing the plaques memorialising the railway staff who lost their lives in the great wars of the last century and also descending a rather impressive looking staircase and, although its hard to … Continued

Electronical Fizz

Head down to Blackfriars tube station and then cross the bridge, turn left along the embankment, go right past the silver birch trees and then left again down the slope into Tate Modern arriving in the Turbine Hall where, once again, another artist has just received their commission to try to decorate this most formidable … Continued

Flustered Dampness

Head down to the Barbican tube station and when I exit up to ground level I can see that the rain is really chucking it down. Thankfully, most of the short trek I need to take to get me into the actual arts venue is covered – albeit in the same depressing brutalist styling that … Continued

Chilly Tingling

Head down to Piccadilly and then walk along to the Royal Academy to take another look at the Antony Gormley extravaganza-fest in which the artist has been given free rein to fill all thirteen rooms of the main gallery area with a mix of prints, sketches, notepads and, of course, sculptural works – that range … Continued

Almanacs and Oracles

A couple of months ago there was a brief item on the TV news about how the artist Ai Weiwei had decided to depart from Germany where he’d been living for the past four or five years following his self-imposed exile from China. And while I’m not sure the story went into the precise details … Continued

Sunk Costs

Head down to Pimlico tube station and then watch the storm clouds start to gather as I set off on the ten minute walk to get to Tate Britain.¬† The nearer I get to the gallery, the darker the skies become and I’m expecting to get a disheartening dousing on the final fifty yard dash … Continued

Heightened Excitability

Head down to London Bridge tube station and take the Tooley Street exit, which means barging past the troupe of poor, sad out-of-work actors who lurk around this part of the concourse dressed up as ghouls and ghosts in order to help get in character for the demanding role of handing out tourist flyers for … Continued

Teen Thriller

After the last couple of blogs, where I’ve been reporting back from some of the public galleries sited outside the main metropolistic hub of the artworld’s cultural capital, I feel that my wonderlustical urges have been suitably sated…at least for the time being. And so, with the sunny summer interludes starting to subside under the … Continued

Swagger and Strut

After¬†last week’s stroll along the soft southern streets of Bath, today I’m relocated several miles northwards for a few days situated among the grittier meaner streets of Manchester and Liverpool. Although, since most of my time will be spent in the same chains of coffee bars that I frequent when in London, and the public … Continued

Boisterous Bravado

It feels like it’s time to take a trip outside the city again so get the tube down to Paddington and board a train heading West. The carriage is nicely empty and quiet when I get on and I’m just settling down to a snooze when suddenly there’s a riotous explosion of raucous energy and … Continued