My neck was swaying with the rooftops as my eyes were seduced by the artistic ensembles of colours, shapes and stories. Another one, and another one, there’s another one. Week on week the same sequence, yet it felt unfamiliar. My trance was interrupted as 2 gentlemen with unkempt dressings disturbed the musty air and crossedContinueContinue reading “Art on rooftops”
Beneath The Canvas 