Blood

I find myself haunted by the night-colours of the poppies at Blood Stained Lands and Seas of Red. We visited the Tower a few weeks ago and had planned to visit the poppies in the morning - which we did - but we first walked past them as we left the tube the night before. Their colour absorbs the artificial light of the city at night, so that their deep daylight scarlet becomes the sooty crimson of pooled blood. Like all good art, the effect is deep and transformative. As you leave, you cannot shake the thing which has taken root in your subconscious. I can close my eyes, and instead of seeing a colour, I can smell blood.