Nearly two years ago, after making an impromptu trip to the Tate Modern, I got my first tattoo inspired by a sculpture, by Marcel Duchamp, I saw on my visit. So, the Tate Modern already has a place deep in my heart.
Walking up South Bank on a blustery Wednesday afternoon, complete with scarf-on-head to protect from the rain, the anticipation of seeing the sculpture again, that influenced my life, hit me. With the warehouse-like building looking almost oppressing, I felt something wasn’t right.
Making my way hastily through the other exhibition’s, dragging a very uninterested male friend behind me; I came across the case where Marcel Duchamp’s “Rose Sélavy” sculpture used to be. Used-to-be.
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