A Pig in Mud
There’s something about being surrounded by art that resuscitates my soul. I can’t put my finger on whether it’s the high concentration of ideas or energy or kindredness or all that and more that makes me feel that way but what I know, is the effect is always the same. I feel alive. Colour is an extremely heady sensation for me. I love it. I love the energy of it. And best of all I’m besotted with the emotion that energy evokes in the depths of my being. Life calling to life. And despite what I... Sign in to see full entry.