In the corners, lost souls are tucked
bent and searching,
a hope to be and to live unyielded.
The traveller’s silence.
humming wildly, yearning
for an astral journey painted within.
I loved how these works of art mirrored the world I was building, especially the fading hope image and how in the last image, it looks as if the world has gone upside down.
I had never been to the Tate before, but it was a great day, decided to break up the somber mood with some drinks with a close friend at the end.