I can only ever contemplate people, exhibitions, places, once I’ve left. So it took me ages to compose this account of the Joan Miro exhibition at the Tate Modern. Weekdays are the best days to go and see an exhibition I think. Fewer crowds, less noise, sometimes more noise actually, because you can hear every word that people are saying around you. But they are a heck of a lot less stressful in general.

This exhibition, on til September by the by diehard fans and novices alike, was seriously extensive, charting the artistic hero’s entire career from the first. And it was worth the £15 I paid for it. Mostly because I recognised how much he had influenced my own artwork, and also it made me think of my high school art teacher Mr Mc Guiness repeatedly telling me I really did have to study other artists.

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12 or 13 rooms I think there were, small canvasses and wall sized ones, all beautiful however vast and pure and blue, however disorientatingly complex and multicoloured. He looks from the video footage I sourced after the viewing, like a charming and subdued man, but his paintings suggest a terrifying awareness of the vast amount of crap the world consists of, both physically (Man and Woman by Excrement) and metaphorically, like the Spanish politics in the last century that drove him to produce 90% of his work.

‘Dog Barking at the Moon’ was a favourite of mine because of its humourous touch and apparent mundanity. Sometimes it feels as if, when one attends an exhibition of artwork as famous as Miro’s, that at some point in the process, the artist realises his fame and paints for that rather than some personal need. With Miro’s burned canvasses I get the sense that either the Tate went rooting around for these as an expression of the artist’s rebellion against his own work..or..his fame maybe? Who knows, but there was certainly a change of key at the end of the exhibition which actually gave me less of a sense of intimacy with the artist and rather seemed to be showing off the breadth of the Tate’s ability to source his every emotional whim and fancy. A bit unnecessary I suggest, but a fine show nonetheless.