Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Perhaps it was, in retrospect, a mistake to take a small boy to the Michael Landy Saints Alive at the National Gallery. 10ft brutal, kinetic sculptures making huge loud noises (even if you do get to press the buttons) is pretty scary. Offset with a tour of the original saints pictures (golden, mummy), Whistlejacket (our favourite) lunch, a fabulous artists sticker book and brass rubbing in St Martin in the Fields next door.
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