1Last Saturday, Mark and I visited the new modern art gallery downtown.
2The building itself is a work of art, all glass and curves.
3Admission was free because the gallery wants everyone to enjoy art.
4The first room displayed enormous paintings of city life in bright colours.
5One canvas showed a crowded market painted entirely in shades of blue.
6Mark said he did not understand it, but he liked it anyway.
7A guide explained that the artist grew up in a fishing village.
8The blue colours represented both the sea and the artist's childhood sadness.
9In the next hall, sculptures made from recycled metal filled the space.
10One sculpture of a bird was built entirely from old bicycle parts.
11Children sat on the floor, sketching their favourite pieces in little notebooks.
12An elderly woman told us she visits the gallery every single week.
13She said art helps her understand feelings she cannot put into words.
14The top floor held photographs documenting street life over fifty years.
15We recognised our own neighbourhood in a picture from the nineteen seventies.
16The gallery café served coffee with tiny pictures drawn in the foam.
17Before leaving, we bought postcards of our favourite paintings at the shop.
18Mark admitted that the visit had changed his opinion about modern art.
19We promised to return for the sculpture exhibition opening next month.
20Art, we agreed, belongs to everyone, not only to experts.