Jupiter Artland

Jenny was a consultant anaesthetist and is an expert in pain, having also run a pain clinic. She is convinced my knee is something other than arthritis and advises me to try to persuade the dreaded JMAPS that I need a scan. She kitted me out with her TENS machine last night but I woke worse than ever.

Today has been a real struggle. But worth it. We went to Jupiter Artland. The funky exhibition by of a painted pool was closed for a special event which was disappointing. We walked through the woods discovering as many pieces as my leg would hobble to before having a nice lunch in the cafe. There was a lot more to see than when we last went, not long after it first opened when it was mainly the Charles Jencks Earth forms.

We saw
Love Bomb by Marc Quinn
Animitas, Japanese bells chiming in the wind, by Christian Boltanski,
Separation on the Evening (a celestial blossom before the yellow house) ny Sara Barker
Gormley’s Stone Coppice, chunks of stone in tree branches
The Light pours Out of me by Anya Gallachio, an underground chamber of amythyst surrounded by obsidian,
two towering cement and steel columns by Phyllida Barlow,
I lay here for you, a huge reclining figure by Tracey Emin,
Pablo Bronstein’ rose walk (real white roses) set in wooden gothic structures,
Firmament, a diplodocus shape by Gormley inspired by an old star map,
Suck, a cast iron hole surrounded by a 17 foot high cast iron cage by Anish Kapoor
Piss Flowers by Helen Chadwick - a group of white sculptures made by casting the shapes made from urinating in snow. We are not told if she did her own urinating.

I could never be an artist when I grow up. I couldn’t think up the bizarre titles and descriptions of the work.

Jenny had a dentist appointment in the afternoon. I’d have liked to walk down to the beach but instead made do with a snooze on the sofa.

So you have a go - which is Jencks, Emin, Kapoor, Gormley and “Lets not take the Piss” by Munroist?