As promised my post about Tate Modern. I really loved that museum, not just because it was nearby our hotel, but also because it’s a great building (I actually loved the building even more than the actual collection – although that was pretty great too). In museums I’m always intrigued by people looking at art. I mean the gaze is a much debated subject in psychoanalysis and a popular question in philosophy or cultural analysis is where does meaning start? Is it indeed with the artwork itself, with the viewer or somewhere in between, in what we can call the narrative of art? Anyway, I will not turn this into a philosophical discussion, but the photo’s of Tate I took are somewhat ‘indirect’ since I only photographed people having the experience of art which I find very intriguing.