I have only visited the Tate Modern once because it's just up river from The Globe and I had time to kill before a show. I must say, it was the best laugh I have had in ages. As a retired second-hand car dealer I wish I could have got away with the strokes pulled by some of those contemporary, so-called 'artists'. Outside of the nearest Somerset Waste Services landfill site I've not seen so much rubbish in one short space! But enough with the insults, my life already, today the Tate Modern has reclaimed my affections because - and you will make a note of this, that's an order! - from 16th October through to 9th March next year they are mounting a Paul Klee exhibition and it is not to be missed!
I mentioned in the post below that even snapping, snarling, old grumps like me should beware of denigrating all modern art forms out of hand. The works of Paul Klee are a pure, unadulterated joy to behold. In virtually all of them he is concentrating on this or that aspect of painting a picture - line, form, color (especially colour!), balance, composition and so on. If you know his works well you can see these elements in them and how they change from one picture to another. And yet, none of that sort of analysis is needed, you can quite simply gaze at them, smile, be a little enchanted and move on.
If I haven't quite convinced you with regard to Klee then make it part of a day out in London. The South Bank nowadays is a joy. A lovely enbankment stroll with 'old man Thames' flowing by on one side and on the other lots of cafes, shops, one or two up-market retaurants, a huge second-hand book market, the Royal National Theatre, Tate Modern, The Globe and, from October to March, Paul Klee. Who could ask for anything more?
Go on, treat youselves!
