A tram ride (and a few wrong turns - I'm almost past my use by date for being a tourist) and I arrived at Istanbul Modern. It's located in an old dock yard - I'm sure David Walsh has checked it out, as their are some strong resonances with MONA.
Fabulous re-using of an old building with some permanent displays paying homage to the port life of Istanbul in the 1920s. There's an amazing "boat" which has also traveled to Venice biennale ... an installation which is made from boat debris found as they were re-purposing the site.
I have decided that contemporary art is the art that I always ultimately end up gravitating to. I understand most clearly its language, it's grammar, it's vocabulary. Maybe it's because I speak that language too. Maybe I dream in that language. Whatever it is, seeing these artworks is like meeting kindred spirits, the parts of you that you often don't acknowledge or even realise that they are there. And then they leap out in spaces like this and begin to talk and you listen.