The morning began grey and weirdly warm in Bournemouth - after yesterday's bone-chilling wind - and this brought out the surfers (some more ambitious, more skilled, than others - and the waves were bigger on one side of the pier than the other).
There's the pier, down below ... this is to wish all who celebrate, a Happy Hanukkah.
Then up to London, and Tate Modern, to see the Anicka Yi "In Love With the World" installation in the Turbine Hall - wonderful, jellyfish like shapes floating up and down (although the smell accompaniments are not exactly perceptible with masks on ...)
and the Lubaina Himid show - which grew on me, considerably - and I think that's sea out of the window: there was a lot of Middle Passage inflected water quietly present in almost every piece. And note the bird, here. This is part of her "What Happens Next" series - her most recent work - although is atypical in that most take men, not women as their subjects. They're all gently disquieting, with eyes that only look sideways, and refuse to make contact with other eyes (including those belonging to the spectator): maybe rather too heavily inflected with De Chirico.
And then outside, the Thames was at its shining best.
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