Miro
Spilt my water again.
All over the desk.
Beautiful.
The washing needs taking out.
Someone has to do it.
That someone is me.
I pray I dont bump into a neighbour.
Today is not the day for conversation.
I went to the tate a few weeks ago with a work colleague.
It was really fun.
We started with a morning run and then we did yoga in the park.
Went to chinatown for dim sum and then to see the Miro exhibition.
It was fascinating observing the timeline of his art, the points in his life and how his art clearly expressed where he was emotionally and mentally in his life. He went from detailed “happy” pieces to some really disturbing dark pieces.
It left a sadness over us, we made sure we exited at the beginning.
I dont want my life to resemble his. He may have enjoyed his life but I would hope that my life reflected positivity towards the end and not the latter.
We finished our day with a very expensive glass of mango juice overlooking the Thames.
London surprises me at times.
