Practically a national institution, the annual Summer Exhibition at the Royal Academy of Arts is the world's largest open entry exhibition, which showcases new and recent art from emerging artists to the biggest names in contemporary art and architecture.
I was surprised, saddened at just how bland the works on show were. There were exceptions (thankfully) but so little of the collection showed any kind of verve, inventiveness or challenging commentary.
As we grow, do we simply forget how open life should be? What an incisive jewel truth is? Or does life become so complex that pretending is a bare essential for a grown up?