The necessity of seeing Ruin Lust ...

I have always found solace in gazing upon ruins - images of broken towers, of shattered masonry, soothe my soul - 

Some of my most precious memories are of roofless abbeys, open to the clouds, haunted by rooks, still beautiful and numinous - 

I can remember, in Split, wandering through the colossal vaults of the Palace - I thought that I was in a Piranesi engraving - shadowy voids opened up before me - water dripped upon ancient stone - 

In Side, the Temple of Apollo entered my dreams - I watched the full moon rise above its pale columns - 

I knew, therefore, that I had to see the Ruin Lust exhibition at Tate Britain -