reviews from the bus

Van Gogh: Poets & Lovers

I went to see the Van Gogh show at the National Gallery.

I like Van Gogh. He makes nice paintings.

Turns out I like his drawings more.

Forget Starry Night, I'll take this sun any day.

Nice trunks.

Skipped the champagne.

Got told off by the invigilator for spending too long looking at the medieval boys in their nice hats on the way out.

Trafalgar Square looks good at night.

I walked to Arcadia Missa to see Jesse Darling's new show.

At first glance, the sculptures reminded me of the dolls I tortured as a child.

At second glance, the relics you find in Italian churches.

I saw god in the glow of the neon paint.

Upstairs there were lots of radiators. The director told me to read the accompanying essays. They will reveal all.

I will.

Went to the afterparty at the pub. Ate tofu rolls.

The exhibition booklet still lies unopened on my bedside table.