I found inspiration in an art gallery. It was just the two of us at that time, no theatrics just us, the art and my mind. I wished there had been some music to give my mind some rhythm but even the lack of it did not take away the therapy that seeped through those acrylic paints on soft boards and canvass. Although I am a lover of fine tastes, mostly acquired from seeing, reading and listening, I can hardly afford them. So free exhibitions are always welcome. Ah forgive me if my Shakespearean self shows up now but I cannot help myself. This Sir Lancelot self of mine was aroused by Kwiz Era’s art. More
