Sunny day

Oh, what a joy it is to be a granny! We've often passed, in the car, the Gallery of Modern Art (Modern 2) and Grandson has remarked on these signs. He loves road signs and these, of a fox, a sheep, a goose and a squirrel, intrigue him. I assume that they're an art installation.


So the other day we went to inspect them and then visited the gallery for milk, cake and a little bit of art. The gallery used to be an orphanage, and Grandson walked round the building, imagining what the orphans used to do in the various rooms.

He was pleased that the children had a big garden to run about in.


You may notice to the left in the picture above, a black, um, thing which is also an art installation.

This proved...

 ... great fun. "It's a bus shelter," pronounced Granddaughter.

Then we went across the road to the other art gallery, Modern 1. "This," said Granddaughter firmly, "is a penguin." It was labelled Woman by Joan Miro. "Maybe it's a penguin that thinks it's a woman," suggested Granddaughter, unwilling to give ground.


"Or a woman who thinks she's a penguin," mused Grandson.

Then we had fun wandering around this artificial landscape, Landform by Charles Jencks: up and down the paths, examining  the ponds, considering how, though the land slopes, the water doesn't all flow down to one end.

"I like," said Grandson in an unusually poetic frame of mind, "the way the sunshine sparkles on the water. It makes it look like white emeralds."

And after a long time, we came home and, among other activities, they carefully painted the paving slabs with water.

They'll never remember any of this but I had such a lovely day with them.