Tate Modern art encounter

I haven't had chance to see any art for a while, but today felt brave enough to go and see the rather depressing Norwegian artist Edvard Munch at Tate Modern with Paul Bryant. the Munch wasn't as wrist slitting as I'd feared and it was great to catch up with Paul and talk about life, the universe and everything.

I'd taken some snaps of people running about in the Turbine Hall before P arrived but hadn't considered it might be a piece of art until we came out of The Tanks.

Being used to things like Notting Hill Carnival where you roll up your sleeves and get stuck in, we stood in the middle as a couple of hundred people hummed to us and ran around playing tag. In a way it felt like being followed by a swarm.

Then a woman called Rebecca standing in the middle, pared off from the crowd and came to tell us her story about being a Forces child who felt rootless and eventually found her birth home on a German island.

Suddenly it all made sense. Tino Sehgal's live installation was about making connections and community within aparent chaos.