Recently I got invited into a private warehouse-graffiti party. And the first thing I saw when me and my mates entered the place was a bunch of people drawing on walls,
Obviously, since we got invited, we already knew what to expect, thus we came prepared as well. We occupied a free spot on a wall and started scribbling:
Good music, that after became a live band’s performance, audience that is of ‘arty’ type, and art itself complimented the experience of this secret gathering.
These sort of hidden communities properly define London as a place for people interested in arts. It’s not Tate Modern or other publicly advertised and commercialized institutions that are worth of attention, but rather a place where people can get in close contact with art itself. Instead of taking a position from standing point of view.
The only thing that might be bothersome, is that you can attend a place like this only through networks. But people here are friendly, so as long as you’re willing, you can come to the next party as well!
See you there?
Sooner or later everybody has to leave their parents’ nest to start creating their own life. A considerable amount of the young one’s choose to settle down not too far away from bread-winners, whereas others cheerfully prolong the term of their stay, however how many heads are, as well and opinions, as well as the different decisions made by those heads. Well and what did my noddle decide? Apparently, to reside in London. In particular, I explain how I appeared here. Well the route Lithuania – London took three incredibly long and tiring days, during which heart-to-heart talks with nurtures, which equates to pouring water through the wind, prolonged the journey, but the fact that in a one day I managed to visit six countries (Poland> Germany> Netherlands>Belgium> France> England) somehow makes me arrogantly believe that the trip was a whole lot of fun and it morally and physically lifted me. Believe me, to get stuck in a moving object for 72 hours with just you and your raisers is not the best way to spend your time, even if I do sound as I just started to mature as a teenager (well, the devil did not see, we have to admit that maybe this and I am) but at least I play with open cards. Shall we return to the topic? And that was about how my ass was brought to the final destination and my impression of the city. Inhaling and exhaling … Now I am at one of the most important commercial, financial and cultural centers in the world, which is influential in: politics, science, entertainment, media, fashion and art. I have to admit that the view from my bird nest was completely different. Perhaps to locals the fact that I took the tour bus for 7 hours just to chill on the seat and look at the architecture of London, or the fact that my accent does not meet any category,or that I’ve never rode in the underground before, or that my walking pace is too slow is ridiculous itself and somehow all of that makes me look as… Well as the villager to city people. But I have nothing against such adjectives. I came here to expand my knowledge, and not to please anyone else. There are some cases when humans forget their national identity and beliefs in order to run with the hare and hunt with the hounds, but there’s nothing wrong with who you are and you don’t have to become alike with the mass to have a life of full value. Even a dandelion can grow in the middle of the city, can’t it?