I’m ashamed to admit that before a week ago, I had never been to the Museum of Contemporary Art in The Rocks, Sydney. Actually, I’ve hardly explored Sydney’s art scene despite living here my whole life. Considering myself somewhat ‘artsy’, I was fidgety with excitement when Michaela declared that we would be spending the following day at the MCA and The Rocks.
And you know what? It felt good. It felt good to lose myself and take in each piece and feel everything that it set out to provoke. It was a pleasant familiarity that I never realised I’d missed. Even walking through The Rocks was enchanting.
I’m high off euphoria thinking of the magnitude of art galleries that await me in Madrid, let alone the rest of Europe. I want to get lost. I want to spend whole days immersed in the worlds of the greats. I want to be enriched. Fifty days to go.
Til my next post,
Besos para ti xx