There was a lot of stuff I'd never seen before, and, as helenraven said, the twentieth century rooms were the most intriguing of all. I had actually never had much interest in Graham Sutherland, not being a particular fan of landscapes, his speciality. Looking at them up close, though, there are all manner of strange, semi-visible faces and forms. There's a definite Blake influence, and the spooky mining scenes seem to have a vaguely Wagnerian theme. My impression was of a really interesting mind at work, here.Great stuff. We did a quick turn around the folk art exhibit, as well. I took a couple of snaps, but a guard came up and said I hadn't oughta, before I captured my goal, a photo of the rosy-cheeked, mad-eyed (Thatcherlike, helenraven, suggested, very aptly) blonde figurehead. Damn, I can't believe they don't have a postcard of her. All in all, a morning very well spent.
I'd intended to exercise when I got home, but I've not been feeling well at all, since yesterday. Largely psychosomatic, I suppose, but my asthma's kicking up, my joint pain is worse than usual, and I feel queasy. Also, there were a lot of kids out in the park, and I didn't feel psychically strong enough to brave any mockery. I should have gone out early and done it all before the museum visit. My bad.