To the Tate Modern to look at the Rothko exhibition. It's been a huge hit but I genuinely have no idea how to react to these monoliths of diffused colour. They don't engage the front part of my brain so much as the primal back half. They warm me or alienate me or absorb me. People seem dwarfed by the canvases; moving up close to see the textures between the great blocks of colour and then retiring to the middle of the enormous rooms to sit down and regard them from a safe distance. I'm exhausted by the end. I have no idea what you're supposed to take away from these terrifying things. Maybe I needed the audio tour.
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Don't think that the audio would have helped. Sane brains aren't supposed to get it - it's modern art.
I was in there for only 10 minutes. It was so disappointing.
£12.50 ffs! It would've been more artistic if I'd set £12.50 on fire.
Frankly, I think it's a case of the Emporer's New Clothes. Everyone's stroking their chins and pretending to get it, as they're afraid of looking like Luddites.
What a pile of SHITE!
^^^that was han by the way. How weird. It must've chosen my Google calendar name.
In fairness I think you've got to give it more than ten minutes.
I just felt a bit flat and defeated by the end. Maybe that's the idea.
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