One of the antidotes to falling head over heels is going to an art museum to calm my mind. I was actually there a few days ago with Carol, but then we didn't have time for a good look. Since now I am officially a Londoner, I have to make good use of the resources of this city. It is pointless to hide in my big room and moan. I captured the beauty of the Thames on the Blackfriars Bridge, and the photo is like a classical watercolor painting.
Londoners take such a liking to jogging that their passion amazes me. I see joggers everywhere in the city. They are definitely much healthier than I thought.
After I got off the bridge and walked in the direction of the museum, I came across a hotel named "The Mad Hatter Hotel." Sounds very Lewis Carroll...
One of the features now is Surrealism. I have a very conservative taste. My favorite painting goes to Grandpa Picasso's popular work. However, there's a trick in the painting. Look carefully.
The purple half of the face is actually a silhouette kissing the white part of the female face!
On a floor I joined a guided tour accidentally. The guide is an extremely elegant lady in her maybe 60s. When I listened to her, I couldn't help conjuring up the image of Hugh Grant. I bet you can find millions of guys like Hugh here...
The Tate Modern encourages visitors to express their viewpoints on specially-made blank postcards. Excellent works are posted like above. A few years ago, Hui brought home some for me. Now I was here in person, and I felt something I hadn't before. So I sat down with other young people to create my own postcard.
My viewpoint is that of a new comer to the city. I make effort to reach out to people, and some of them have held my hands. The Tate Modern is one of the hands I cling to because this morning when I wasn't very cheery, a voice in me prompted me to come here. I hope the Tate Modern can collect the moods of foreigners in the city as well.
Afterwards I inserted it into the red post box. Please PICK ME!
In the museum I found something. It's usually teenagers around 18 that sit down to draw. I don't Adam and Eve that they all have the gift for drawing, but everyone does their best. If it were my students, they might say that they don't know what to draw. However, these European kids don't seem to have the problem.
I want my heart to be that free too!
Then I kept running into teachers and students coming to the museum on a field trip. I took a glimpse at the worksheet. Kids have to answer questions about the artist and also draw one of the artworks. I probably feel like an art teacher because while I was secretly taking photos of the children, the guard asked me if I came together with them.
In the end, I found a spot outdoors to take a sun bath and enjoy my snacks like most people did. I am going to announce with pride: The total cost today is 2.7 pounds, including the round-way bus fare, and ten cents donated to the museum. Though I am poor, I still want to give. If any TV channel is interested in making a program about how to live in London on a tight budget, or if Carrie Bradshaw's editors would like to publish an art version of life in London, or if Locus Publishing sees any market potential in me, please contact me right away!