Visited the Tate Modern a couple of months back, admittedly I wouldn't claim to be a fan of modern art but I went with an open mind and came rushing out of the building after barely 10 minutes holding my head in absolute agony - we'd been in the main hall (used to house the power stations generators?) they were/are having an exhibition which is basically 50 or so speakers around the hall all emitting repeated sounds - at first I couldn't make out what it was all about so went to walk over to a board which I thought would it explain it all, didn't get that far felt a dreadful explosion of pain in my head as I suffered an attack of vertigo, brought on by the awful cacophony of noise! Two hours later I was still feeling very nauseaous and no I shall never ever return.
Nicky in Suffolk
<What's "Taracey Emin's Bed", BTW? Last para. on p 17)>
Tracey Emin is an "artist". Her "My bed" was short-listed for the Turner Art
Prize in 1999. "A bed in which she claimed to have spent a week after a bad
break-up complete with vodka bottles, cigarette butts and pregnancy tests."
Se's clever though - it's made her very well known and wealthy.
It was in The Saatchi Collection in London, but I don't know (or care) where
it is now.
It is ashes, it was in the art storage fire last year
Best place for it in my opinion.
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