London - a window into another reality
• London - a window into another reality
The growing anxiety of something inevitably fleeting, creates in me a genre crisis. When there is something to say, but do not want to do that. Whether from expectations turmoil that's about to overtake, but still can not overtake, or from a sense of monotony around me ... In a word, in search of a muse, it is time to look out the window of another reality.
Here the picture is a whole color, autumn.
Old Churchill poor man, everything is also on its pedestal, overlooking the tired look of stone all Parliament Square and its indifferent inhabitants.
I think it is quite understand the bronze figure of a soldier of the First World cast from guns ... but in general it does not matter what ...
And here suddenly relaxed and good.
And James Bond flies over the city ...
Here I like to walk aimlessly,
among illogical streets of Bloomsbury and Soho,
St. James and Covent Garden ...
I love watching those who watch;
Notice the many details;
and look for answers to many questions ...
Collect your own portrait gallery in London's living room;
Enjoy the collection hospitable weather ...
unchanged in its impermanence ...
Catch the moment deserted in Piccadilly;
And the elusive look not Eros, not that of his younger brother, Anteros conscious ...
At this point themselves Londoners not completely sure where the truth is hidden.
I like to look at the artist's canvases over the Thames, changing minute by minute ...
On the lush lawn of the Jubilee Gardens,
that most have "London Eye"
I like to walk along the embankment of the Thames,
until the evening before,
when the autumn chill,
driving with streets away,
in the cozy London pub evening.