In the Tate, it came to me ...

I find myself doing what I dreamed of so so long ago (it seems), sitting in a quietly murmuring gallery, scribbling away in a notebook, surrounded by the contained, constrained riches of the world.

It only took two days but I finally found the Tate Britain ...


I took an orange!

There was an installation by Roelof Louw called Pyramid (Soul City).
It was a pyramid of 5800 oranges! and each visitor was invited to take an orange and eat it (outside of the gallery), but as mine came from basically the bottom layer of 5800 oranges, it wasn't so much able to be eaten as ... practically dissolving.

But I did still enjoy it. Little orangeface.

Sometimes? Sometimes you can't think of a title.

A somewhat goofy looking Dinosaur in the Melbourne Museum.
I think I love him!

He is now my favourite. Seeing as how Brontosaurus (Brontosauruses? Brontosaurii? or IS Brontosaurus the plural already? of Brontosaur? My head hurts) NEVER ACTUALLY EXISTED?? because they were my all time favourite before.

P.s. No I don't know what kind of dinosaur it really is. Probably less goofy with flesh and skin.

P.p.s. This means I'm finally going through all 1100 of our Trip photos and writing about them. But I'm only on Melbourne so don't hold your breath.

P.p.p.s The delay means a lot of the descriptions may be "This ... appears to be ... a building ... of some description ... in Thailand. I know that because of the date!