As the Final Major Project approaches, I thought it best to observe some of the classical Renaissance paintings featured in the National Gallery. Interestingly, I gained the most inspiration in travelling to and from the gallery, and took the opportunity to document what took place between the gallery visit. I came across many street performers, where a hard reality was sharply contrasted to the humour which laid the foundation of the entertainment. What caught my attention however, was an experience on a bus returning from the gallery. Sitting at the front of the bus was a man in deep conversation with the empty space beside him. The absolute clarity of his delusion was not only poignant, but strikingly beautiful; he sounded as if he was reciting a lyrical verse of poetry. Having been so lucky as to have witnessed this, I began to think about the clarity in madness, and the projection of the inner voice onto the outside world.
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