'Maman' by Louise Bourgeois
on the South Bank as part of her London retrospective in 2007.
Seeing that retrospective - twice - was very exciting. The fierce, astonishing, angry beauty of her work made me feel alive, as do my still sharp memories of it, even now, in this very moment, when I've been so tired and ill and discouraged recently, feeling honestly closer to dead than alive. There can't really be a greater tribute than that, can there? In loving, awestruck memory.