I never thought I’d say this, but the more art I see, the less often I’m truly moved.
That might sound contradictory coming from someone who absolutely considers herself an art freak. But there is something about the endless stream of shows and the same ideas recycled in installations that have left me numb.
Where others find themselves glowing with that “ooh-la-la" dopamine hit, I often feel… indifferent. Maybe you’ve felt it too? That quiet realisation that not everything lives up to the hype.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want this to sound pretentious in any way. It’s just that, lately, I’ve been craving something that cuts deeper. But when I do stumble upon something extraordinary and exciting, it’s pure magic.
Recently, in London, I had one of those moments. An exhibition that wasn’t just beautiful but was incredibly meaningful, tapping into deeper parts of me. And intriguingly, it feels part of an interesting trend I’ve been noticing in the art world.


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Emily
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