Going into London for the evening to see an opera about a school shooting meant that it was probably worth trying to do something else whilst there. Alasdair had wanted to go to see the af Klint and Mondrian exhibition at the Tate. I’m always up for some art, so yes. I can’t say I knew much of either artists’ work beyond a very superficial knowledge (“is that the **** with the squares?” comments a friend as I send a photo). I think I was overall more impressed with af Klint’s work in a vacuum - the Swan series and the Tree Of Knowledge series I found immensely aesthetically pleasing. “Thought defines the universe in geometrical figures”, indeed. On Mondrian’s side, it was revealing to see both the gradual and sudden evolution to the poster boy of abstract art, away from the early pastoral work towards, yes, the squares. We enjoy strolling briefly through some of the non-exhibition galleries at the Tate, marvelling at the wall of Jenny Holzer’s Inflammatory Essays and my taking photos of some of Lawrence Weiner’s work to crib for lyrics at some point down the line. I also added to my series of “stand up comedy through classic art” tableaus, which delights me no end.