Nottingham’s Art Gallery
I remained sober last night (although it seemed the rest of Nottingham did not) and was up early to go and visit the castle, above which is an astonishing art gallery. I was the only person there, and was amazed by the sheer strangeness of the curatorship, which had gathered together a peculiar mixture of pictures, including this. Naturally, Nottingham’s website doesn’t even bother to list its works of art but seems obsessed with football. It was one of several haunting paintings the gallery contained.