Richard Deacon at Tate Britain is well worth a visit. One moment you might be looking at solid-masses that sink into the floor of the gallery. Next, organically flowing structures, so light on their feet. There is a graceful energy to the complex curvature of wood and metal and stone. Forms are in motion and you get caught up in their imaginative slip stream. I've never enjoyed walking around sculpture so much. This experience was enhanced by the exhibition booklet, minus one staple. I reflected and doodled on how metal into paper provides a fixed centre to page turning. Take out one staple and your booklet threatens to fall apart. What became of the missing staple? How might an artist make use of staples?