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Shock and awe at Tate Modern

When I was 16 and just getting to grips with my History of Art ‘A’ level, we had a class trip to the 1987 Gilbert and George exhibition at the Hayward Gallery.

Eleanor Margesson

I remember the repetitive presence of two odd-looking men in suits set in brightly coloured stained-glass windows amongst representations of crosses, young men and plenty of vulgarity. All great fun for a group of sixth formers, but as a Christian I felt angry and sad because I thought that their representations of crucifixes and other religious symbols were treated with the same level of importance as swear words and images of human excrement.