This visit was not planned, it never is. However, when I saw the brightness of the sun and felt the warm rays, I knew an outing was a must. I headed to the British Museum to see their two new Islamic Art rooms; a history of the world’s geometric elegance and amicable abstract.
I walked through the dark ages of Anglo-Saxon England to get to the new galleries. As I stepped into the newly illuminated world, I was in awe with the streams of patterns. Each cabinet glistened as the light fell upon the glazed ceramics made during medieval Islam.
Wherever I looked inexhaustible details always caught my eye. My favourite pieces were, of course, the various tiles from past centuries. They were an intricacy of fluid flowers, weaved plant stems and sequences of buds.