The horseshoe in a boxing glove obviousness of the Tate Britain 2.0 omits the following lineages from its modern and thus less than contemporary purview:
As a result, the following and more are nowhere or stuffed in corners:
(Even) Francis Bacon
Ian Hamilton Finlay
James McNeil Whistler
John Sell Cotman
John Everett Millais
Dude who stole my Tate?
My Tate got me to environmental philosophy, OOO, thing theory, Romanticism. Some of the things that will eject us from modernity with its complicated wheels, as Blake would say.
That Tate is now a relic of the 70s, consigned to the dustbin of history as is the old ecology exhibit at the Natural History Museum, whose refit is now also sponsored by--BP.
It's sad that the 1970s is now in the future.