Scribbles

Nipped into Fruitmarket Gallery on way home from work. In two minds about the Jim Lambie exhibition: the forest of mirrored 'ladders', downstairs, was marvellous, invigorating even. The upstairs bit less so. Spent a lot of time feeling sorry for the poor soul who had stick all this coloured tape down on the floor. Assume there's a knack to it...

Reminded me of the time I took a 4 year old pal along to a Howard Hodgkin exhibition at the Modern Art Gallery. Did she like the paintings, I asked, all pleased with myself. "Hmm. They're alright," she replied, "but it's just scribbles, really."