October 12, 2007
The Tate Modern is a very different place on a Friday evening. While most people are out drinking and partying on after work, its cavernous spaces are relatively quiet and reflective. After enjoying a few drinks myself with a friend at London Bridge I wandered along the river and stood in awe beneath Louise Bourgeois’s giant spider outside the front of the Tate and then wandered the length of the Turbine Hall completely engrossed in Doris Salcedo’s Shibboleth. It was good to wander through this great building unhindered by the throng of inquisitive tourists and free to reflect in peace.