Near home

When you look beyond, beyond the people and the screaming, it’s a beautiful industrial park.

Hayward Gallery. London.

Organic and tactile. It was all around. Above, below, underfoot, inside and out. Clean and dirty. Dry and wet (there was a swimming pool).  Quiet and noisy. Signs and inexplicable. Tiny and huge.

It’s quite hard to describe in fact. Immersive and encompassing are key elements I think.  And contemplative.

So we all went in and had a play. Took our shoes off and relaxed. We were in it for hours. It wasn’t something you looked t, it was something to be in. To surround yourself with. To remember.

Too many snaps to show here. You can see the full set as a gorgeous flickr slideshow.

There’s one near you as well.

Someone designed this.

Our new house sign. The house didn’t have a sign.

We went to look at beds at the factory where they’re made. They had a stuffed cat.