Quiet fell on the museum.
Every night at 5pm, she could escape her frame to roam the endless white garden of granite she stared longingly at every day. She loved to explore the place as if new. Yet each day, her curiosity drew her farther and farther from the frame.
On this day, she would make a break for it through the garden, never to be constricted again. She would be a living work of art, frolicking on the streets of Malta with passers by swearing they recognised her from a painting they once saw, a long time ago.
My time in Malta has been extraordinary. Truly, I can barely explain such is my mind full now of nostalgia and warmth for this petite country. Although small, my experiences have been grand. In any place I travel to, I seek the art galleries and museums. Desirous of their treasures, they are a feast and leave me full. At The National Museum of Fine Art in Valletta, Renaissance beauties adorned the walls. Stories of myth and fable entranced me and the architecture was illuminated by the most extraordinary light. We had not planned this shoot, however this space overtook us and our photographer, Joseph Cassar was there ready to snap. Please excuse the sunglasses still left in my bosom, we were so excited that we didn’t get to go over the little details. We were taken by creativity and just turned it on.
Featured Sculpture Rhytmii Vitae by Antonio Sciortino 1879 – 1947
Zimmermann Resort Wrap Dress
Vintage Head scarf found thrift shopping in Marsaskala
Vintage Obi Belt and Tassel
MAC lipstick in Russian Red
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