On the Saturday I left the NEC behind to catch an early train to London arriving at Tate Modern as the doors opened.
I was the third person in.
Georgia O’Keeffe has always been a favourite artist of mine so I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to visit as I was so much closer to London.
(I was shocked at how much the train prices had risen in four years since I’d last taken this trip).
The exhibition was small(ish) but perfectly formed.
Two of my favourites;
Abstraction White Rose 1927
Nature Forms Gasp