Tate Britain aka: Tate Britain Museum, Tate Britain Gallery

You know those days you have over school holidays that are hot and unfulfilled? Well i had one of those. I wanted to do something arty…something meaningful that i could allow me to hold interesting conversation with some people. I called up pandy my tres(very) good friend. “Lets go down to london?”, she agrees. We meet around BRIXTON (the so called ghetto of london, but nothing threatening there honestly.) and take a bus 3 in the direction of central london. It was a hot day, i wore a brown and white linen skirt with a brown t shirt. Made me feel like i was carefree and touristy, even though i have lived in london all my life. We got off by river thames and walked to the musuem, felt like 100 miles, but armed with water and sweets it was fun. It loomed up before us. Grey but slightly modern with big huge steps that would look good in pictures. I smiled at the prospect of walking around with a light smile on my face that would make me feel like i knew what i was looking for, being 15 i was lost, i had no main aim, ?i wanted to be everything and anything, same as now.
We entered, pandy is an amazing artiste (www.queenindra.deviantart.com a lot of her stuff resides here, believe me she is amazing) she browsed, more knowlegable than i. I looked and saw a few (paintings) that caught my eye but i guess the ones i noticed didn’t really have any meaning, an eye such as mine cannot see or understand the best. We saw some arty people that looked like they were having a total blast, eyes damp kind of blast, they truly understood, i wondered what it was they saw, i yearned for it. What was this unspoken knowledge, talent, association? Let me join! hmmmm…. we wandered some more. I finally looked at the time realising i had to start making my way back home, it was of the utmost importance to avoid the reprimanding words i would recieve otherwise. I felt squashed, held back, i was almost there....you know that glazed over look people get when looking at art, i had almost perfected pretending it. It had ended, i was going back to being another stat, another insignificant young child that had nothing really wow to say….I got the bus back, watching those who came on wondering what story they had to tell, i listened to my music and watched the landscape as it slipped by, all my profound thoughts teetering on the egde of my tongue slipped away….back to before….a day to remember.

I was in awe. I could have spent DAYS here.

Expect to be marvelled by the glorious display of paintings at each corner and twist of each room you wander by in this museum, because it will be one of the best you’ll ever go to, particularly if you are deeply interested in Britain and it’s cultural past.

This place is awesome. The architecture of the building is great and then it depends on the art on the walls. For us, it was impressionist art, an exhibition with works by Turner, Whistler and Monet. It was great to discover the british side of the impressionist movement.

I Highly recommend checking out the Turner wing, one of my all time favourite places for some great paintings, really makes me relax when i get over there.