At The Intersection Of Art And Meaning I got down at Charing Cross station to go to Trafalgar Square. I had been to the National…
“Hello, this is interesting; trying your hand at art? I have never seen you sketching and drawing. Now, now! what is going on?” Lulu flipped…
“Do you see the statues, those must be new here” Lulu, my parrot, fluttered his wings and landed on my shoulder, as I reached the…
Art is autobiographical and it helps self-discovery. I truly believe these words. That is why I decided to go to the National Gallery. It begins…