Sunday, 26 May 2013
Toby jugs, carousel horses, embroidery ...
You will never guess where. Never in a million years would I have thought to see an exhibition of British Folk Art at the Tate. (Don't all rush. Not until next year.)
Now I can't stop thinking about Sir Nicholas Serota's toes curling in disdain ...
I'd love to see his face when it opens.
The thought made me giggle but I do rather sympathise. Those Toby jugs are getting ideas above their station.
What next? Jack Vettriano?