Until 16th November London’s Tate Gallery will not be simply a museum, but also an original racing circuit put on by English artist Martin Creed. It is not a photographic exhibition nor a film production, and it does not involve manikins or robots in mimic fixity, but rather men in flesh and bone, from every walk of life, recruited by means of a public notice to  sprint at regular intervals and whisk away through the restrained corridors of the London museum. Indeed, the prestigious “track”, every thirty seconds, is beaten by about fifty hundred-metre sprinters running wildly along the 90 metres of perimeter of the Duveen Galleries. Thus, during the spectators’ ecstasy, between a landscape by Turner and the Preraffaellites’ elegance, an actual speed race takes place.