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The Rhythm I Know in My Bones
Budapest filled me this month.
I stood in front of 150 years of Hungarian painters seeing their city.
Vaszary's summer joy made me want to dress better.
I left and bought a new dress.
Then I went to Lukács.
Platán trees older than anyone remembers.
Thermal water.
Old stone.
And the particular rhythm of a city
that feels like home
even when it's noisy.
Budapest doesn't slow down.
But it has a pace I recognise in my bones.
That's something different.
I've been thinking about how inspiration doesn't always arrive in the studio.
Sometimes it arrives in a gallery.
Sometimes in thermal water.
Sometimes in the colour of a dress you weren't looking for.
Where did inspiration find you recently?
I'd love to know.
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The Rhythm I Know in My Bones
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