As Sewists, we’re used to taking our body measurements. Imagine my delight when I discovered an installation at the Tate St Ives that invited visitors to have their height added to this ultimate Work In Progress. From a distance this looked like clever, painstaking typography speeding around the four walls of the room. My sister and I gasped when we realised we could contribute.
We were each allowed to press our backs against the wall and a curator would do this:
My sister being measured:
And then your name is squeezed in with a date:
I thought this exhibition was wonderful. The Tate, in all its manifestations, does interactive art like no other museum or gallery I know.