My first post on my blog is going to be about one of my foremost passions which is art.

Due to the Covid pandemic, the art galleries have been closed for over a year, which has felt similar to the pain of my first heart break. My mother and I always make spontaneous trips to London, in which it is imperative to attend an art gallery every time. 

In March I bought tickets to go to an exhibition at the Tate Modern for Yayoi Kusama: Infinity Mirror Room, however it was cancelled because of Covid, which did feel quite heart wrenching. This virus is ruining the few pleasures of life I enjoy. I miss the feeling of walking around aimlessly in the gallery, until you reach that one room which really makes you feel something (like really feel something). Then you spend the new few weeks only being able to contemplate, and talk about that one certain piece fine art. That feeling can stick with you forever or even change the way you perceive the world. Every time I leave a gallery, I feel like I’ve discovered something new about myself. I grow as a person, and could not be more thankful that I have the opportunity to really learn about myself, as well as digging deep into the raw core of who I am. This is all through the simple pleasures of art.