At the cost of 10£ I entered the Royal Academy Summer Exhibition on Piccadilly. The crowd was small and a refreshing mix of both young and old. The galleries, themed and miscellaneous, featured work submitted by both aspiring and established artists.
I sat on a leather bench in the war themed gallery and observed a rubber dog that electronically tore threw a pile of rubbish. In another gallery I stood for twenty minutes, marveling at a massive sculpture hanging from the ceiling. It was brilliantly constructed of many wired hexagonal shapes. Another work, born of paint and mixed media, looked as if the sun had exploded on the dark space of the canvas. The variety of artists’ techniques along with the individual eccentricity of each piece left me with memory of an experience both inspiring and beautiful.