Went along early to the National Gallery to see the Durer and the Virgin in the Garden exhibit. That guy was possessed. His work has always had a strange effect on me. There was a good short film to start with, and I'm quite partial to that apocalyptic 'heavenly body' on the reverse of the small 'St Jerome'.
I got to see the uncanny 'Great Piece of Turf' in person for the first time. Anyone else who wants to had better get along to Trafalgar Square before the 18th, when it goes back to Vienna. The gallery was pretty quiet, and I got to stand in front of it undisturbed for a while, trancing myself into a Stendahl Syndrome attack. It is just sooo numinous, with that strange dark heart.