I went to the Kandinsky exhibition, the Path to Abstraction, at Tate Modern today, full of excitement, after having such great memories of retrospectives of Giacometti and Mondrian. Well, Kandinsky left me cold, especially his later works. Whereas the other exhibitions had seemingly shown a chronological distilling of the artists’ work, later Kandinsky paintings just seemed like a mish-mash of images. Somehow, it wasn’t inspiring. It’s a shame, but the upside is that it got me thinking a great deal about how the work of artists (including photographers) progresses over time and how it can become abstract as their work becomes more focused – even perhaps more pure. It doesn’t seem to go the other way – from abstract to figurative or more graphic.