was, today, very wet. My main aim, however - to go to Tate St Ives, to see the show "inspired by the writings" of Virginia Woolf was successfully fulfilled. It's a strange show - some obvious material (as in pictures by Vanessa Bell, or Judy Chicago's design for Woolf's Dinner Table place setting; some wonderful paintings by women artists from the inter-war period that are rarely seen; some much more tendentiously relevant stuff (views from inside rooms; indeed, rooms (inevitably Of One's Own); some stuff that seemed further off yet, dealing with women's unconscious; and some excellent Land Art materials - though again, only linked to VW, really, by loose association.
It was great, though, to see Tate St Ives - with the grey-green sea behind it (I saw a seal or two swimming past, too, which were rather fine) - and I could have easily spent much longer there - I'll be back (maybe when the rain isn't blowing sideways in a 40 mph gale). The view from my room isn't quite so idyllic today - but it's still pretty good.
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