Returned last night from a weekend trip to London and a flying visit to Tate Britain. Had a peep at the Saatchi Gallery and ended the visit at The Royal Academy to see the Glasgow Boys ( http://www.royalacademy.org.uk/exhibitions/glasgow-boys/). Tate Britain was full of greatness and a joy to spend a couple of hours before it closed looking at some old favourites. The Glasgow Boys was a really good exhibition of artists with whom I was not previously familiar and whose capturing of light and colour held me spellbound. It was well-attended but I managed to see everything without being trampled underfoot.
I found most of the Saatchi gallery's current collection predictably dreary. It neither excites nor shocks any more. It was however, interesting to hear a guide trying to justify some juvenile dross to a party of schoolchildren. Despite the no entrance fee policy these days, it was very quiet, with a collection of gallery attendants who were barely civil. It all felt a bit parallel universe. But hey I'm only a punter.
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