The Artist's Quest. 7. London.

 

London is a whole galaxy.

It has no visible physical end.

When you are in London, no matter where you look from, be it from the street or form the top of the cucumber, the city does not end as far as the eye can see.

It is constructed of smaller worlds, 

of idiosyncratic cultures,

 representing all the cultures on the planet I am sure, 

which flow into one another, merging, layering, 

crystallising into new contemporary cultures, made of new races of people, combined from the most diverse backgrounds, interests, 

and a dose of love, and sex.

Each little corner has its own architectural visual story different to the other parts.

The scents of the food in the air are scents from all the grandma’s kitchens in all the countries, as well as of the young chefs playing, jamming with flavours.  

The fruits and vegetables and even fish, in London are worthy of discovery channel documentaries, weird and wonderful, and with a lot of what the hell is that?- moments.

To me London, was when I arrived, a sparkling in the night city of lights, where theatres lit the night closer and warmer than stars.

With possibility. It is a city in which you have a chance, to be anything you feel like being.  And to try being anything you felt, for the moment, for a day, for an occasion. A city where you can explore who you are without any judgment, and also explore all the different cultures.

For me London first of all meant freedom to make my own choices. How wonderful.

I loved it . Still love it. It still feels like a home. And like than, its same now, once I put my foot into London, no other place exists. There is no need for other places. The organism engulfs you, with the exhibitions, music, dinners, theatre, wonderful people, content, museums, books, nature, offering continuous novelty.. 

You can be happy about leaving London, only when you are out of it already and had somehow managed to break its gravitational pull,  using the aeroplane, or several hours of train.