Barbican

There's a great exhibition at the Barbican, if you can find it.  I had to walk through windy lanes, London's main meat market and a building site to get to see Helen Chadwick's famous chocolate fountain and piss flowers. The chocolate oozes gorgeously and continuously down a phallic central pole, then randomly geysers up around it, sending up creamy strands of goo. The smell is overpowering... Cadbury Dairy Milk gone wild. The piss flowers sit like giant white toadstools on a green mat. They were created by Chadwick and her boyfriend pissing in the snow, then making casts of the melted shapes: her pee created the deep central pistil, while he more creatively doodled flower shapes around each one. Other highlights were the pictures of embryoes discarded like gems for their flaws, then styled as Victorian mourning jewellery, and the landscapes enhanced by vaginal secretions. Chadwick was outrageously original... her art was really in what she chose to call art, as she herself said. Shame she died in her early forties, of sudden heart failure.