I love the Tate and Tate Modern. I got to visit Tate Modern again this last weekend. I wanted to find the Mark Rothko I saw last time I was there but got lost and ended up seeing a bunch of other art I thought was cool too. Whenever I’m at one of these galleries I am the one leaning over the barrier to see the artist’s brushstrokes clearly. I find it reassuring to see the master’s brushstrokes cause it reminds me that mine mine are quite normal. Brushstrokes are one’s expression, how we talk with paint… I come away thinking I should pay more attention to how I put my strokes down.
