art

As soon as I heard that the Tate was exhibiting a “once in a generation” collection of William Blake’s work, I knew it was an event I simply couldn’t miss. I’ve read a great deal of Blake’s poetry and taught Songs of Innocence and Experience a couple of times – but I’m sure I’ve never actually seen any actual art. It’s always been reproductions. While Blake’s art certainly didn’t disappoint, the exhibition itself was a little… flat… and somewhat dull. While you get a good sense of Blake’s growth as an artist – the exhibition is set out chronologically (with…