Good morning, good afternoon and good evening readers,

After dinner, we went upstairs to an open art gallery. Here are some of my favourite pieces, alongside my hilariously uncultured interpretation of them.

Number One: This wasn’t actually an art piece, more just decoration on the wall. However, you see that little white fishy down there? That is me and the mass of plates represent the Armenian language I am surrounded by every day. I am just trying to swim on through. 

Number Two: The Crying Man AKA The Drying Plate. When I saw this picture I thought it was a crying man, I wasn’t sure what he was crying over. Then my friend Stevie ever so kindly highlighted to me that it is actually crockery on a drying rack. LOL. 

Number Three: The Crow. I feel as though this weathered crow is a physical representation of my journey here. The crow feels a bit beaten down at times, but they keep flying upwards and upwards, with the light there to protect them.

And then these are just some general pictures from the gallery. Such a lovely space.

In kindness,
C x