Articles by Emma Oriana

I hear the shrieks and shrill voices from miles away, The sound of a trumpet-like instrument. The city is quiet; everyone is indoors, screaming at their own television set. One stadium bears individuals of exorbitant […]

As the contour of the art dipped in a wave like formation around the grey-painted rooms, the myriad of paintings scaling the walls seemed almost overwhelming as they forced the eye to lose sight and […]