Art Is About Being Whole: A Memoir

Art, like love, just is.

Giving, Receiving, Asking

for nothing. Just whole.

In that pristine moment of being with the art in front of me, an expansive swell fills my chest. Tears spring to my eyes. The art transfixes me, and I cannot look away. Sometimes my legs feel weak, wobbly. My heart and breathing speed up to keep up with my emotion. It's not an out-of-body experience but a full-body one.

Looking at art is my sacred journey. It is my spiritual practice. It is my meditation cushion, and my...