About 10 years ago during our routine Saturday phone call, my father asked me an amazing question, “Why does seeing something beautiful make a person cry?”
I was honored that he asked me such a powerful question and I’ve been thinking about it ever since.
In my lifetime, I've seen some beautiful things that have made me cry.
In my lifetime, I've seen some beautiful things that have made me cry.
When I was 17-years-old and an exchange student in Spain
That was 1972, but I vividly remember the colors in it: the metallic gold, the reds, and the grays and how the elongated faces and figures dripped emotion. I remember the awe I felt in seeing that the artist had painted a sheer white gown over a black velvet robe (lower right).
I stood quite close to it for as long as the guide would allow.
I stood quite close to it for as long as the guide would allow.
For many, the natural world evokes wonderment. About 25 years ago, on a trip to rural Canada
"When I admire the wonder of a sunset or the beauty
of the moon, my soul expands in worship of the creator." Mahatma Gandhi
For a long time I’ve considered symmetry to be the mark of beauty. I guess I’m talking about design perfection. In the garden, I see so much symmetry; it’s in the plants, in the birds, and in the bugs.
My sister, Kit, and I were wowed last year when we visited the Museum of Modern Art New York City
I’m ready to begin another torn paper collage. And while I don’t profess to be able to generate awe with my work, I can learn more about beautiful things by studying them closely and recreating them in my own way.
My dad is gone almost a year now, but the impact he had on my life continues.
My dad is gone almost a year now, but the impact he had on my life continues.
"Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old."
Franz Kafka
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