Shibboleth, Tate crack
Mr E is a builder, who was working at Tate Modern while Shibboleth was being installed, and although for contractual reasons he does not wish to be further identified, he is very happy to recount what he witnessed. “They dug a dirty great trench about a yard wide and a yard deep. Then they brought in lorry-load after lorry-load of cement and poured it in, using 10-foot sections of what looked like carved polystyrene moulding to form the sides. Then a whole bunch of people lay down on their stomachs for about a week and finished it off with brushes. Looked bloody uncomfortable, I can tell you. It’s about racism? Can’t see it myself, but I’m not much of a one for modern art. It was a pretty good trench, though. And one hell of a lot of cement. Good luck to ‘em.“
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have to confess to having rushed to the tate with 10 minutes to spare between appointments and on seeing this bloody great crack (and not realising it was an installation) thought it reminiscent of the family pile, and that they’d better get an underpinner in quick….