So I finally got to the Gaugin exhibition at Tate Modern. A little underwhelmed actually. I don’t know whether my whelm levels were overcome by the overwhelming exhaustion I’ve been suffering from since getting back from Durham but it just didn’t do it for me. I quite liked his Breton paintings and there was certainly a good range both from his European and Tahitian work, but nothing I really wanted to revisit or take home with me by the time I got to the end. So hey ho, but it was good to see and good to get out of the house (even though it took all the energy I had to actually get there) and I know I’d have been seriously kicking myself if I’d missed it, so all in all a Good Thing.