On a leisurely Sunday this summer we took a stroll over to the Tate Modern. One of the many privileges Londoners have is the ease of access to world class art. The funny thing is the name of the artist has completely escaped me, which isn’t good. However the engaging invitation of his orange textured wall inspired this moment, and will forever be with me. It’s now one of my all time favourite shots of my girls, just being their magical selves.
You’ll need to visit the Tate to reach out to this work and enjoy the texture as you are urged to do. Let me know the artist’s name if you get back there before me.