Nipped into the Gauguin exhibition at at Tate on my lunch- love his colours and love his sketches. There's something just not quite right about his work, as if it's not aesthetically correct but the energy and optimism (even shedding a positive light on the prostitutes) seems to overshadow his incorrect form.
I don't fully understand the randomness of some of the objects he juxtaposes but I love the cheeky signs he send out as if to tell a story- such as the girl loosing her virginity, set against a vivid rose pink and purple landscape and a fox on her shoulder.
In all honesty, my thoughts so far are really only valid through from rooms 1 to 4 as I spent most of the time chatting to my lovely colleague, Gemma. Will have to go back next week.
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