Having an Encounter with the Tate:
This piece reflects a map I drew as I walked through the gallery space, each bullet point correlates with a point of emotion or experience indicated on the map.

We begin with my life, and everything I have ever experienced right up to this point, I bring this with me as I wondertowards the front extrance, instinctivly, subcontiously, contiously, curiously.
1. At this stage I am feling Tired, Daunted and In-different about embarking on this journey. On my way to the front entrance, an appropriate starting point, I am over whelmed by the enormity of the building.

2. Its architecture displays grand ettiquette and traditional british architecture. I as I wonder through the sculpture garden,
3. I notice a lady sat quietyl on a bench reading a book, it made me feel as though I was surrounded by a sense of academia and cleverness.

4. As I walk up the steps and through the doors, the buildings vastness opens up into a hall that made me feel petit, like a small spec in the grand history of the building and its contents, as if the building itself represented time, and the displays are moments of record.

5. The inside is warm and vast, voices echo. I wonder where to go? what do I need to see? What begins my experience at this place? The sense of randomness is a little overwhelming.
6. Silence, quiet, footsteps, the faint hum of the humidifying units.
7. I met one of my class mates at this point, also experienceing a sense of in-difference
8. After a relativly uneventful first few minutes in rooms 23-25, I leave feeling puzzled again about my next destination, across the hall I see a stunning picture of a sunset.

At this stage I dont care about what it means or what the artist thought, I care about what it means to me. I get lost in it’s landscape, for a moment I am participating with the figures I see, it reminds me of a fantasy land, a place of magic and stories.
9. There are school kids here pondering the work on the walls, what do they think they are seeing? Do they know why they are here? What does it mean to them if anything?
10. Vastness again, but after my previous encounter with that painting, I am excited by what else I might find that will make me feel like that again. I set out on a quest.

11. I am amused by a painting of a dog that looked like one of mine, he is pulling a face just like Zen used to. Made me giggle.

12. I encounter another painting, of a reather stunned looking woman. I wonder who she is, why is she significant? Why should I look at a painting of you, I thought? Why should I care? For further info, I turned to the card for the first time on my trip! It gave me nothing, it was titled with a mans name, and told me she was the Duchess of Bolton, in the 1700’s at some time. But I was no more enlightened as to why I should be interested in this painting, but none-the-less, I was looking at it, and it was the one that I chose out of a room of similar displays, so perhaps there was something special about it!

13. I continute to wonder, wonder being the operative word since it portrays an act of randomness, I wonder into a room and see a sculture that reminded me of a movie a saw once
14. The Gallery is bussier now, the main hallway is very noisy, and there are school kids everywhere!
