I could never quite remember what happened during the time I lost my brother. I remembered small images and voices but I could never quite piece together all the events that had happened. No matter how much focus or how much concentration I poured into the thought I never could remember much.
Birmingham didn't quite feel like home anymore. Faces seem distorted, the atmosphere was always dark, and ash coated everything like snow. I constantly scraped up every saving just so I could move. I wanted to go far, perhaps live in a cottage. I had longed to live somewhere secluded it had always been my dream.
I wasn't sure if I had it in me anymore. To pick up and leave everything was what scared me, a piece of me felt guilty just tossing everything …show more content…
I had bought a ticket to Liverpool and it had all happened in a spur of the moment. I wanted to forget Birmingham, I wanted to forget Thomas Shelby, but most of all I wanted to forget everything about myself. There had been talk about an art gallery opening in Liverpool and curiosity getting the most of me I decided to take a chance and go see it.
I heard talk of works from both Picasso and Van Gogh were rumored to make appearances in the gallery. Two geniuses whose art was so new and refreshing thrilled my every thought and motivated me profusely. It felt strange traveling alone on train, I did do quite a few things alone however never traveling. I watched as a welcoming sign indicated we had made it to Liverpool and when we reached a faulty stop I made sure to follow the exit.
Thirty three. The art exhibit had thirty three paintings and I was looking for two particular paintings and when I got to the second floor my eyes immediately caught them. They were beautiful so binding and mesmerizing you couldn't help but be in awe at the sight of them, they were so …show more content…
So many images and all on one canvas. What I enjoyed the most is that you can't just look at one thing, you have to stop and notice it all. I loved the thought of it being a Labyrinth possibly filled up of tiles and stairwells all appearing to move in one direction and yet leading towards different exits.
And then I saw "it." Hanging on a wall by its lonesome and what perfection it held. They had Bulb Fields Van Gogh's 1883 work and it was everything. All the hues and countless elegant strokes it was so beautiful that you could swear that you could walk right through the frame and into the real thing.
It reminded me of when Michael and I had gone on vacation to Yorkshire. And I remember thinking that there was so much green that it was more nature than I ever imagined. Flowers sprouting from as far as the eye could see and storms coming and going constantly like some ongoing battle. But what I remember the most is the crisp air and how it constantly stayed blowing and I nearly remember thinking to myself that at some point it'd pick me up and cause me to fly right up in the air like a beautiful bird.
Miss, are you
Birmingham didn't quite feel like home anymore. Faces seem distorted, the atmosphere was always dark, and ash coated everything like snow. I constantly scraped up every saving just so I could move. I wanted to go far, perhaps live in a cottage. I had longed to live somewhere secluded it had always been my dream.
I wasn't sure if I had it in me anymore. To pick up and leave everything was what scared me, a piece of me felt guilty just tossing everything …show more content…
I had bought a ticket to Liverpool and it had all happened in a spur of the moment. I wanted to forget Birmingham, I wanted to forget Thomas Shelby, but most of all I wanted to forget everything about myself. There had been talk about an art gallery opening in Liverpool and curiosity getting the most of me I decided to take a chance and go see it.
I heard talk of works from both Picasso and Van Gogh were rumored to make appearances in the gallery. Two geniuses whose art was so new and refreshing thrilled my every thought and motivated me profusely. It felt strange traveling alone on train, I did do quite a few things alone however never traveling. I watched as a welcoming sign indicated we had made it to Liverpool and when we reached a faulty stop I made sure to follow the exit.
Thirty three. The art exhibit had thirty three paintings and I was looking for two particular paintings and when I got to the second floor my eyes immediately caught them. They were beautiful so binding and mesmerizing you couldn't help but be in awe at the sight of them, they were so …show more content…
So many images and all on one canvas. What I enjoyed the most is that you can't just look at one thing, you have to stop and notice it all. I loved the thought of it being a Labyrinth possibly filled up of tiles and stairwells all appearing to move in one direction and yet leading towards different exits.
And then I saw "it." Hanging on a wall by its lonesome and what perfection it held. They had Bulb Fields Van Gogh's 1883 work and it was everything. All the hues and countless elegant strokes it was so beautiful that you could swear that you could walk right through the frame and into the real thing.
It reminded me of when Michael and I had gone on vacation to Yorkshire. And I remember thinking that there was so much green that it was more nature than I ever imagined. Flowers sprouting from as far as the eye could see and storms coming and going constantly like some ongoing battle. But what I remember the most is the crisp air and how it constantly stayed blowing and I nearly remember thinking to myself that at some point it'd pick me up and cause me to fly right up in the air like a beautiful bird.
Miss, are you