Last week I went to an exhibition of paintings at the Tate Gallery in London.
I'm not really a great art lover, but I'd read some good reviews of
the exhibition so I was keen to see it.
I must be honest and admit that many of the paintings disappointed me.
Although I spent a lot of time looking carefully at each one,
I had some difficulty in understanding what the artist was getting at.
As I was looking with great effort at one of the paintings and trying
to figure out if it was
the right way up or not, an old gentleman came behind and started to explain
the whole painting to me. He kindly answered all of my questions and we talked
for over an hour. Then he said he had an appointment and had to go,
so we shook hands and said goodbye. I went round the gallery once more and
now I found that all the paintings seemed really beautiful.
As I was leaving the gallery I found out who the old man was
his self-portrait was on the posters advertising the exhibition!