Art and a Child’s eye
I must have been, maybe, seven years old. I was visiting the school library during the free reading time they allowed in primary school. I always loved the scent of old books and wooden shelves that was so characteristic of libraries back then. That, and the aged wisdom that came with those books. Perhaps I am an old soul, at least I always felt like one. The book was a collection of paintings by various artists. The bright Picasso on the front cover drew my attention right away. I don’t recall the name of that book, just the impact the visuals made on me. It took my young breath away. I knew it caused [...]