Tate or Tatty?

OK, let's admit this right at the outset. Some of us don't care for much of what is called modern art. Go ahead, put us in the Philistine category! We've tried. We've read the art critics. We've looked at the coffee table books. And now we've attended the famous Tate Modern Museum on the banks of the Thames. With few exceptions we don't get it. (If you're a fan, well it's just one of those taste things.)

The Tate Museum itself is quite spectacular -- the building was built as a large electric power plant that was taken out of service some time ago and fully refurbished. The exhibits actually only consume a small fraction of the available space; there are three shops and two restaurants. It's nicely done. Then of course there's the art!

Cameras are not allowed in the building, with the exception of the large (former) turbine hall, so we don't have much photography of the art. But you can see here one of the artistic displays -- the contents of someone's attic spread artfully on the floor. (We loved the technique..... chill, Chuck!)

The most memorable exhibit is a can (Number 4 of a series of 130) of the artist's feces -- labelled, very accurately as the artist's s - - t. Thank goodness he bothered to seal the cans.

Well, enough of this criticism. Let's look at some art we really did appreciate. Look at this one. Just received from our grandson Tyler. We think it's far better than much of what we saw in the Tate Modern. Of course, we might be considered a bit biased. (Did YOU get your "e" right all the time when you were 5?)

Here's another from the same artist. Eat your heart out Jackson Pollock!

And for some even more spectacular art, try this one for size. We call it "Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man".