Blog — love

I get a lot of time to think when I'm travelling, I mainly think about why I'm doing this and I'm not always entirely sure. My long winded explanation speaks for itself, as it all sounds like more of an excuse than a reason these days. I find myself looking for sympathy and praise for my efforts but also being annoyed at the lack of understanding for it too. I wish I could just say it's because I want to - like Billie Piper said so well in nineteen-ninety-whatnot - but I don't know if I do? If I were...

Overwhelmed and memorised by the Chagall exhibit, can't believe I can see the real paintings in front of me. The man at war from 1912 and the lovers in blue have especially evoked emotion. Moving into his later period I am scare to even look directly at one of my favourite paintings as I then the corner. Is it really here?    As I look out of the windows at the choppy grey Mersey it feels the perfect stormy weather to be inside with these paintings. I wish I could look at them forever.   I can't believe how close...