Hilma Af Klimt & Pierre Mondrian

Saturday brought a trip to the Tate Modern to see Hilma Af Klimt & Pierre Modrian despite the review in The Guardian.  I expected to be bored by Mondrian (too clinical) and excited by Hilma (channelling spirits).  As it was, I thoroughly enjoyed the lot.  Mondrian was not too clinical for my tastes - I enjoyed how annoyed he must have sent everyone by not finishing those lines or leaving that blue rectangle just a dingle-dangling.  Hilma was exciting in a way I was not expecting - size - boy that woman knew how to get on the paint.  So utterly different and both so evocative.  I was pleasantly surprised that Pierre pipped Hilma to the post for me - if I was on a Desert Island I think I would choose one of his to take with me.  Sorry Hilma, but I felt something visceral in those cracks that even 10 feet of evolution cannot obliterate.