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If I go to a museum, and one piece stays with me, I consider the visit a success. This happened last Thursday when J and I popped into the Tate Modern and saw "Thirty Pieces of Silver" by Cornelia Parker for the first time.
I believe the piece speaks for itself, but there was something about steamrolling giant quantities of abandoned (but presumably once highly prized) family silver that felt novel, even subversive. And then the act of suspending these pieces from the ceiling - barely touching the ground, these flattened family heirlooms appeared to be floating - created an illusion, and an installation, that was also truly pleasing to the eye.
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