I went to see the Undercover Surrealism show, previewed in my last post, this afternoon. A lovely cycle in the sun down to Westminster then over the river. I'd pumped up my tires and oiled my chain, for the summer.
Lots of fascinating material in the show. As I had feared, though, it's a total Bataille lovefest. St. George(s) has finally arrived, it would seem, in London. A quick first summary: Bataille, Bataille, Bataille, Bataille, Bataille, Bataille, Bataille, Daddy.
