The big open space that the Tate Modern offers is like an aircraft hangar or warehouse of space that is rather odd. Today it was yet more odd. It looked like there was a flash mob stirring, then a few people milling around in an odd, slightly choreographed way. No music, a bit random all up.
After the Edvard Munch + Members cafe traumas we finished our Tate experience with going down to ground level and milling around. People were standing, sitting, getting up, moving, not really taking or doing, just being. I found it sinister – a bit like a scene of Dr Who where I expected everyone to suddenly kill each other.
Disassociation or something