Brick Lane treasures

Fishing for some visual inspiration I found my-self at The Whitechapel Gallery. Today was the last day of Mary Heilmann’s Looking at Pictures. Apart from Little Mondrian (1985) by Matisse from Private Collection, nothing caught my attention for longer than few minutes. But then again, abstraction was never my thing, unless in writing.

I left the exhibition feeling indifferent and craving for more.

I’ve passed Brick Lane many times before, but little did I know about it’s hid den treasures. Thanks God for tourists that caught my attention and I followed them into this outdoor mecca of street art.

I believe I might have been the only human being in London who did not know about this open space gallery, but I do now. And so do you.

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