Damien Hirst at the Tate Modern, London

Words that flitted through my mind…

dot, dot, dot

Ambition scale audacious ugly repetitive spots dots bizarre amusing disgusting taking the mick magnificent golden belongs in natural history museum science museum syon park butterfly house curious kids mum is that a real sheep foul flies and bloody cows head flies flies flies cigarette butts yuk death sharks teeth alex harvey dove from above vic n bob rare beauty in a butterfly triptych real beauty killed a lot of butterflies 30,000 diamonds glittering how boots the chemist boring funny intriguing do angels have bones i had a butterfly collection once cruel dirty putrid black white baaaa obsessive meticulous why?

What can it all mean?

There was a mother there with three children, none older than nine or ten, probably. They were fascinated, full of questions. Are they real flies? Is that blood? That black thing smells. Ugh! Look, another shark! You’ve got a butterfly on your sleeve!

Therein, perhaps lies the appeal. Damien Hirst brings out the child in all of us.

About John S

I'm blogging about the things I love: music, sport, culture, London, with some photos to illustrate aspects of our wonderful city. I’ve written a novel called “The Decision”, a futuristic political thriller, and first of a trilogy. I’m also the author of a book on music since the 1970s called “ I Was There - A Musical Journey” and a volume of poetry about youth, “Growin’ Up - Snapshots/ Fragments”. All available on Amazon and Kindle.
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