I remember queuing in wet London snow for an hour to see an exhibition of the Impressionists and as I walked into the first room there were these paintings, so bright and colourful, that it seemed like one was looking through windows into summer scenery.
I remember queuing in wet London snow for an hour to see an exhibition of the Impressionists and as I walked into the first room there were these paintings, so bright and colourful, that it seemed like one was looking through windows into summer scenery.
Wow! What a lovely memory! Thank you for sharing it. It's amazing how art can open a window and take you to another place, another time.