After Bonnard

I walked from Liverpool Street to Victoria the other day, first return to London in some time, got in a little light mudlarking on the beach, wondered around ‘the city’ and visited the Bonnard exhibition in Tate Modern. London looked rough. Horrible glass towers poking their way up all along the river to loom over the streets, and reflect light greasy with pollution. Plus it took me ages to find a decent breakfast.

I still love the Thames though.

The Tate had made a decent job of hanging the Bonnards. They are quite lovely.


Modern mass culture, aimed at the “consumer”, the civilisation of prosthetics, is crippling people’s souls, setting up barriers between man and the crucial questions of his existence, his consciousness of himself as a spiritual being.

Andrei Tarkovsky, ‘Sculpting in Time’
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