Today, we met with our professors in the morning to talk about our project proposals. My meeting with John went fine, and he seemed to like my topic and think I was on the right track. Anne, on the other hand, did not seem so pleased about my project topic for her part of the class, although I still have no idea why.
After the meetings, Krystal and I headed over to the Tate Modern Museum. We stopped along the way for lunch, and shopping, and didn’t end up getting there till about 3:30. After spending about 45 minutes in the museum, we had both decided modern art is definitely not our thing. I don’t know if these exhibits are meant to be “deep” and I just don’t understand them, or they really are as ridiculous as they seem. Krystal and I went into this one room where there was a large piece of rope lying in a pattern on the floor. That’s it. That was the art. Another one was a mirror hung up on a wall in place of a painting. I’m sorry, but a mirror hanging up on a wall is not art, regardless of whether the artist “wants to make a statement about how art is self-reflective.” Sorry, but I’m calling BS. The only cool part about this museum was the Andy Warhol stuff. I’m a big Warhol fan, mostly because his art is eye catching and really cool to look at, unlike a piece of wire shaped like a question mark and glued to a canvas, or a piece of driftwood painted yellow.
We left the Tate in a hurry and came back to relax for a while. I then went with some of the other students to the historic Royal Albert Hall for a BBC Prom. BBC Proms are classical concerts held every night of the summer for really really cheap; our seats cost only 11 pounds. I’m definitely the first to admit I really don’t get classical music (I guess sort of like I don’t get modern art), but I can appreciate the talent and I figured I could sit through two hours of it in the hopes of becoming more cultured (or something). It was surprisingly not as boring as I thought it would be, despite being a good two and a half hours long. The concert was made up of a few different composers, but my favorites were pieces by Bartok and Stravinsky.
Tomorrow will likely be a day full of research and reading, so I probably won’t update the blog for fear of boring you to tears.
