Friday, November 09, 2007

In The Cut

Yesterday, visited the Tate Modern to see Doris Salcedo’s installation. One of my favourite walks, through Islington and down St John Street past Smithfield, Little Britain, and St Paul’s Cathedral, and across the Thames on the wobbly bridge. Like a descent back through the centuries, from Islington’s nineteenth century suburb and Georgian squares, down to the twelfth century when Smithfield was ‘Smoothfield’, where horses were sold, and St
Bartholomew’s Hospital was founded, and on to the timeless river.

Salcedo’s installation is a riverine crack that runs down the floor of the huge Turbine
Hall. Impressive in execution, cunningly made so that the bottom can’t be seen, but dwarfed by its surroundings, and rather too obviously a construct, with its new wire grid and fresh concrete. The barabarian in me thought that it might be imporoved by jets of vapour spouting at unpredictable intervals, and perhaps some Lovecraftian tentacles grabbing at art-lovers, who seemed unsure how to react, mostly getting photographed straddling it, or dipping the tip of their shoe into the narrow void. No one fell in while I was there.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Sergey said...

Very funny, Paul.
By the way, did you ever think about it - to write book about London?
I very like your posts about your London impressions - I think it could be interesting if you could collect your impressions and thoughts in one book.

November 11, 2007 10:01 PM  
Anonymous Paul McAuley said...

I've written novels about London or set in London - Fairyland, Whole Wide World, Mind's Eye. There's already plenty of good non-fiction about the actuality ...

November 16, 2007 6:10 PM  

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