If you’ve been following along, you know by now that when it comes to art museums I can take them or leave them. Usually opting for the later. I let enough time pass and I am willing to try again, hoping some culture may rub off on me.
I take the tube to Westminster Station and have a leisurely 30-minute walk along the Thames until I reach the Tate Modern Museum. It’s located in an old power station, which makes it difficult to miss.
As the name suggests, this museum is filled with modern art. The building and art collection are separated into two towers, connected by walkways on several of the floors.
If you want to pay a little extra you can also head to the lower level and check out the old turbines. I choose to pass on that experience.
I don’t know the first thing about modern art, but I was really surprised how much I liked it, or at least some of it. There were dark and moody paintings and strange sculptures that caught my eye.
This piece was in a room all by itself. A tower built from radios, broadcasting to the dimly lit blue room. Really trippy.
I finally recognized a painter or a painting at least.
There was lots of cool stuff to see in the museum.
But there was plenty of odd and strange things too. The kind of stuff I had always associated with modern art – and not in a good way. Like a room filled with burlap sacks.
Or twisted metal and straps of leather hanging from a wall.
Actually, even these presentations were pretty fun. Not because I enjoyed them as art, but they were thought provoking. The main thought they provoked was “WTF is that thing?” Not sure that is what the artist intended.
All in all I really enjoyed spending a few hours looking around and I’m glad I visited the museum.