Our cheeks were red from the sun beating down on us and beads of sweat ran down our back. Butterflies and tiny insects buzzed around our heads, which made us feel like we were in a big forest, not a metropolis in Europe.
In the next installment of Home Is Where The Art Is, I’m introducing one of my new favorite artists, Karl … More
Over the past few months, I’ve been making occasional posts about art and art history. I’ve written about Belgian surrealist … More
Oh boy. I’ve probably been to over twenty museums in my life. Some of them stand out to me: The … More
Last April, my sister called me with an exciting offer. Her work was flying all their employees to Warsaw for … More
Today, I visited the single most interesting museum I’ve ever been to. Considering the number of museums I’ve attended, that’s … More
There is a land known all around for being a capital in entertainment. There, you will never be hungry or … More