The pendulum hanging above the carpeted ramp down to the Tate Modern turbine hall. A shiny gold ball, maybe four feet or so in diameter. With some kind of electrical contraption in the box above providing power and rhythmic whirring noises. The orientation of the swinging of the pendulum did not change while were there, at least not so as we could see, but maybe the box could do cunning things in that department.
Clouds blowing across the blue sky visible through the skylights above, barely visible in this snap.
Once one stopped worrying about whether the ball was going to fall, the overall effect was rather interesting. One could easily lie there for a while.
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