Walking into the past home of such important people was an odd experience. I’ve only ever known a low-income life, so thinking about a more “luxurious” lifestyle than mine is rather difficult. I think, mostly, I find it hard to appreciate the beauty behind the privilege. Learning about all of the luxuries brought about a very familiar, sticky feeling in the pit of my stomach that can only be described as a mix of envy and hate. Okay, maybe not hate. Perhaps distaste? Yeah, that sounds right. I’ll save my “eat the rich” rant for another day, though. You’re welcome.
Anyway, walking through the various rooms also made me think about how strange some of the etiquette and daily rituals were. There are so many weird rules to meeting royalty, and I’m personally not a fan of all the pomp and circumstance. “Kiss the king’s hand” no thank you, that is a grown man!! I do not know where bro’s hands have been!!! Seriously though, it was really cool to get a look at everything in person and learn a little more about how they went about their lives.
Alright, art. While in Cardiff, I stayed at an airbnb that was also the residence of a delightful cat named Ziggy. He had to be one of the softest cats I’ve ever pet, and he had the prettiest fur. It was different shades of brown, which I thought would make for an interesting painting. I did a very quick painting of him while waiting for the time to get on the bus back to London, so it’s not my best work, but it was a fun exercise. I did not sketch him out beforehand, and this time that did NOT go well for me. On my first attempt the proportions were all off, and I had to rely on layering to slowly fix the way he looked. I’d definitely like to try again when the trip is over, that way I can put more time into it.
Alright, peace :))
Theatre in London U of A 