Contrary to popular belief, the extent of my artsiness involves dignifying city murals. I'm no artist - and that's no confession, just fact. I've been meaning to be more conscious towards art, and bloggers like Amy and Tara have often pressed that urge. I used to love art and eventually I strayed from it. Luckily for me, my friend Lauren suggested that we visit the state art gallery. I hadn't ever been before, so we were determined to make the trip happen in the holidays. (It's hard to come by like-minded people who will readily embrace art.) So we cut to the chase, and set off on our pursuit.
After appreciating prolific exhibitions, we decided we were done for the day. The art mission deemed fulfilling for our palates. We proceeded to a tucked-away café, according to Lauren's expertise. I'm an absolute sucker for little cafés, especially with an earthy yet urban twist. This one ceremoniously filed itself under that classification. We stuck around for a bit, chatted some more over fruity drinks and laughed lots. (Lauren pulled out mini M&Ms for the second time that day. Obviously, she knows all about adding flavour to life.) In any case, I'd be willing for a sequel to this new art-bound series.
'Shaping mirror eyes that might as well be drawn, I'll be a stranger by the time I'm up at dawn.' - Neon Indian