“Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul alike.” So posited John Muir, the 19th-century Scottish-American naturalist and author, to whom I say, “Amen.”
Recently I’ve been remembering my visit several years ago to the Metropolitan Museum of Art’s exhibition for the late Alexander McQueen. Deftly and artfully composed elements (including the soundtrack) evoked and unveiled his tragically brilliant life and work. It haunted me, challenged me, inspired me, but its darkness clung to me like a shroud. Immediately on my departure from the exhibit, without even stopping to buy the T-shirt, I made a beeline to find the Impressionists. “Monet, Monet, I must find some Monet,” was my mantra as I strode…