New York: The Gallery.

We were slightly lost, yet me and Daisy getting lost always led to good things. We were walking down a small street in Little Italy, unbeknown to us that we were about to walk into something that we believe know one else from our course would have seen. We walked into a tiny gallery which housed shoes that were stuck on canvases. Each shoe design was different, covered in; forks, popcorn, fingers and bugs, gummy bears, cigarettes, tampons, staples, jelly willies, smashed up records and gift wrap, and lastly toy soldiers and stuffing. The designs must sound so odd to you, but they were incredible and so innovative, such a simple idea of covering a shoe and turning it into a truly brilliant piece of art. As we were walking around the tiny studio, the owner appeared. He was fantastically hilarious; he was financially stable enough to open a gallery merely just to show up and coming artists work. This particular art work was produced by a man who was aged 19, I would love to one day be financially stable to enough to be able to do that for someone. A genuine man who told us that we had ‘made his day’ and how ‘lovely we were’. It just shows, getting lost isn’t the worse thing in the world.