Staring down at the old and almost colourless water colour paints in the glass case, I was moved by their timeworn appearance and history. They belonged to the great English artist JMW Turner and there I was, actually looking at them.
There’s something wonderfully magical about standing close to and looking down at the tools of a famous artist, or writer for that matter. I think these tools hold within themselves something of the mystery of the person’s genius and exquisite talent. To think that you are actually seeing the very objects used by those masterful fingers guided by a beauty of mind, heart and vision, can be quite overwhelming.
I looked up at Turner’s magnificent water colour sketches hanging on the walls of the hall and couldn’t help but wonder how much of the paint spilt all over that aged pallet, was used in those very sketches.
Later, I left the Tate Britain inspired and with new vigour.