Tate with Chris. He sucks up gaudy, flashing Altermodern while I graze Moore, Nicholson & Rothko. Worship at the shrine of Rothko's most poetic red and mist gates.

Thoughts on Altermodern
Our icons
Our detritus
Our living spaces remade exactly as they are
Our failed utopias
new ways of seeing old images (Spartacus Chetwynd's baroque p#rn)
Experiencing experiencing culture (recording reading a book)
Activism aestheticised
Every sort of involvement from discussions with the curator becoming art to volunteers performing songs
Heroes with young turks
Suicide
The impossibility of nature (Ackerman and Coates)
Reproduction - what does it mean? (the singing faces and the Simon Starling)