Wednesday's afternoon, visitors made the place looks like a market, I really can't concentrate...But still its a funny experience, I even share my views with a stranger.
"Oh, this cheese looks really delicious!"
"Definitely tempting! Wednesday market always has fresh foods!"
Just a joke.
My phone suddenly rang, made me extremely embarrassed. But in the next second, I saw an inconspicuous drawing in the corner.
Oh my god it's Beardsley!
I never thought I'll come across his work in a Wednesday market, after an embarrassing call, with a bad mood.
But because it is a Beardsley, I don't care.
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Tracy Emin's work is also in this exhibition.
The Last week in April 1998
To be honestly, I'm more interested in the title of this work than the work it self.
I thought about my FMP,905.
The last week in April 1998, I was 6 years plus ten-ish days old.
This is an ambiguous but precise time period, which I'm sure that I've experienced it me too.
I don't know why, but this title shocked me more violently than I see the date of my birthday or other's birthday or other special date.
I'll reflect thoroughly the reason and maybe it will become a very critical factor in my project.
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Then Kate,Victoria and Emily brought us to Hayward Gallery to see the British Art show 7 which Anne recommended too.
I really love southbank especially the Waterloo Bridge, I always change bus there. And I always use a magic dark stair to climb onto the bridge side where the bus stop located.
I didn't know that stair was a part of Hayward Gallery.
But I always imagine this is a secret passage to another space or to future or past like described in 1Q84.
We entered in that huge dark-grey labyrinth-like building.
But since I suffered the strong wind on the whole journey(we walked to there), I feel a bit out of spirits.
And my brain starts to react unfriendly to those art pieces. None pleased me.
I entered in two screening room, so many people there I can't breath, plus the video irritated me so I sneaked out.
Eventually
I found a calm dark room which has only one viewer(who left very soon), I can finally sit down on a chair, on the screen there is something burning beautifully with a clear,calming sound.
I,like a tired adventurer finally found a warm flame in the jungle, can finally calm down and have a good dream.
I didn't red the description of this work before I enter.
I don't know what was this video for.
But even this is like a "Noise Collection MTV", when I closed my sleepy eyes, I felt the vibration, I've been healed.
Now I figured out why I love this piece.
I missed so much those noises once accompanied me.
When I was at home:
There were very talkative birds in the morning;
noisy neighbor who was trying to reconstruct his house in the afternoon;
Voice of talk at the coming home time;
Sounds of cooking at dinner time;
Dogs' barking in the evening;
Cats' fighting or crying;
Frogs' clubbing at the night.
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There were too many volunteers around, I felt uneasy,even they were friendly.
I wanted to take a photo of a window in the gallery.
To realize this idea, I talked to the volunteer, talked to the tickets office staff, phoned the curator of this exhibition Tom, got the permission; talked to the manager once more; talked to the volunteer once more, finally I can take a photo.
These people are all very friendly, I have to say.
But I think I'm a little abnormal,because my head was still dizzy.
I'm sorry to disturbed you all, my head is dizzy then!
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