Her dock at Tate Britain in 2014 said more about us and ruins than the ill-conceived exhibition Ruin Lust next door. As I left the press view of the show, which seemed to have just found a theme which could have been more interestingly explored, men were rigging up dock in the Duveen Galleries. The juxtaposition of random debris and classical formality, all on a grand scale, was wonderful and uplifting. It was at once collapsing and rising, new construction shuttering masquerading as decayed antiquity. You wanted to linger in its jagged corners, climb over it.
I took these photos with my phone, one of those moments when I really wished I had the Nikon with me.
