Untitled, 1989

A 1989 work on display near Peterborough that stops you dead. No title, no explanation - just the art itself, which is rather the point. Contemporary galleries around here don't always announce themselves loudly, and this one certainly keeps its cards close to the chest.

What you're looking at depends entirely on what the piece is, but that's the whole game with untitled works from this era. The artist deliberately chose anonymity, which means you can't lean on provenance or historical context. You either connect with it or you don't. Honest, in a way.

It's the sort of thing that works well as part of a broader gallery crawl rather than a destination in itself. Peterborough's got enough going on - the cathedral, the river - that you'd combine this with other stops. If you're staying at Ferry Meadows, which is just 1.5 miles away and properly excellent for families, you could pop over on a quiet afternoon. Won't take long, and it beats another hour staring at the campsite facilities.

Bring no preconceptions. Art without a title demands your own reading, which some find liberating and others find maddening. If you prefer your galleries to spell everything out, this might frustrate. But if you like work that refuses easy answers, it's worth seeking out. Check ahead though - opening hours and admission aren't widely advertised, so ringing ahead is sensible before you trek over.