There was a room with several works from the 1930s, and a 1920s work in a separate exhibition. The subjects (objects?) were mostly women. It is astonishing to stand and stare as if this were an everyday occurrence, to be mere inches away, to see the overlaps of lines, to examine the edges and joins of coloured planes, and then walk backwards... and see the larger effect.
With a Sunday afternoon ice cream, I walked along the edge of the Thames to Southwark Cathedral, where bells were ringing, sounding like an Indonesian gamelan orchestra. One person starts, and everyone joins in, playing each percussive part in cycling patterns. In the breaks, bells could be heard across the water, at St Magnus the Martyr. The tide came in. I made a drawing.
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