I wandered through the tree-lined path along the river on a bright Spring day. It was one of those rare, perfect mornings in London when I had no money and plenty of time to lose myself in the city. When I reached the museum, I looked up at the grand stone steps, littered with tourists and students talking amongst themselves and taking photographs.
As I entered, they checked my bag then let me pass through the marble covered hallway floor and stone archway into the main gallery. I turned left and went from painting to painting, admiring the beauty of all those pre-Raphaelite masterpieces.
I stood in front of Ellen Terry as Lady Macbeth, I studied every flower that surrounded the drowned Ophelia and remembered the sad story of Beata Beatrix by Rosetti. I went from room to room, but found myself returning to the first room of paintings.
After a coupe of hours, I went home, but returned to the gallery several times over the following months. Even after 10 years have passed, I still go back whenever I have spare time in London, having never managed to replicate the feeling of peace I found sitting in that room.
Art affects people in different ways. Have you ever been touched by a work of art? Think about all of paintings, sculptures, drawings, statues or photographs you’ve seen in your life. Write about one that sticks in your memory.
Here’s one of mine…