I took the boys to the Hayward Gallery on the South Bank to see his exhibition 'Blind Light'. It was a risk because they are not overly fond of exhibitions, especially ones where you touch nothing and just walk sedately about. Boys don't really do sedate walking, do they?
The plan was to see the exhibition and then go on to the Science Museum to visit Spy Trails. Up we toddled on the Jubilee Line, getting out at Waterloo (haven't we been here before...) to walk the short distance to the river. Whilst not exactly summery hot, it wasn't raining, flooding or snowing, so we were happy with cloudy and warmish. The boys wanted to dash into an enticingly wet piece of water sculpture called 'Appearing Rooms' but I persuaded them to wait until afterwards. Water and boys rarely stay separate for long...
It was a fascinating sensation being in there, as though walking through a dense cloud. It was disconcerting, being so blind, and I didn't feel I wanted to spend too much time in there. There is a notice warning those who are claustrophobic or prone to panic attacks not to go inside...
Having been shaken, but not stirred... we went around the rest of the exhibits. There was a room filled with concrete blocks representing the exact measurements of 180 people aged upwards from 18 months. I set the boys on a task to find one that resembled them, as they were displayed in a higgledy piggledy all over the room way rather than placed by size. Apparently you can tell which 'people' are sad and which are happy. I asked a steward to help out on this, but it was his first day and he hadn't done his homework...
Outside on the terrace, Gormley had prepared another surprise called 'Event Horizon' with 30 figures dotted around on building rooftops. The boys and I counted about 20 of the bodies with them keenly scanning the horizon for more. My youngest was also struck by the webs of steel in the form of bodies back inside the Gallery. He later drew a picture of his impression of these suspended shapes encased in intricate rods.
They absolutely adored the exhibition; they could be part of it, participate in it, be challenged by it, and run about. We then went for lunch at Las Iguanas - a treat, after which they dashed over to the water rooms.
That rather put an end to our outing. There was no question of continuing on to the Science Museum - that would have to wait - so we went home and attended to the brave little lad. He spent the next few days with three steristrips stuck to his forehead!
If you get the chance, do get along to the South Bank. It's definitely different!
Dearest little younger one....he is a bit accident prone is he not?
ReplyDeleteMy youngest was too, you could guarantee that if there was one rusty nail in 800 square meters he would stand or kneel on it!
Actually turned me into a somewhat nevrotic blithering Maman at the time, and always seemed to be holding my breath when he was out and about!
Lovely reading, was you article.
What shines through in your account of a memorable day out was the refreshing absence of Elf and Safety.
ReplyDeleteHaving just read about the headmaster who's been found criminally negligent on account of a three year old tripping on some steps in the playground while pretending to be Batman, banging his head, and (sadly) succumbing to a supposed minor head injury three weeks later from complications (including hospital acquired MRSA!) one can only hope that one swallow doth a summer make.
I trust your lad is on the mend. Do you intend to sue ? 50 grand ? A million ?
The metal shelf is marvellous for adults who want to lean on it to watch the goings on on the Thames, but it's just the right height to do damage to my youngest's forehead. It's one of those things. No suing. Accidents will happen!!
ReplyDeleteI really like those figures adorning the streetscape around Waterloo Bridge.
ReplyDeleteEven better is the story of someone phoning the police to report an imminent suicide shortly after the appearance of one metal man on the rooftop of the National Theatre ...