As well as the brass bumhole, we also saw a lovely exhibition by Antoni Pitxot, an artist that I'd never heard of until visiting this gallery but that I'm glad I discovered because I really like his use of miniscule brushtrokes and stippling to build up colourful representations of things found in nature. I particularly liked his piece shown below in which I presume he used layers upon layers of oil paint to create an almost lifelike replica of a piece of lichen (you could even go as far as to say that I'm likin' the lichen. No? Ok.)
I think, taking this analysis into account, to me they signify the age-old statement of always going where you want and doing your own thing, aiming to reach your goals, but never forgetting your roots, which I think is just the perfect summary of my year abroad and has pretty much sealed the deal for me in wanting to eternalise one of these elephants in ink somewhere on my body.
This all got a little bit existential for a brief photo post about my visit to an art gallery, but I fell more in love with Dalí and learned something from it, which is good because they always say that every day's a school day!