She shook her head. “I don’t like modern art.” “Then, all this—” He glanced around at the gods, angels, and Blessed Virgin. “You don’t think it’s too old?” “I don’t like it too old. I just like the paintings of the Renaissance.” “Those are pretty old, too.” “But they don’t feel old to me. Those painters were the first to discover human beauty, and they painted God as a pleasing person. Looking at these works, you can sense their joy in painting, the same joy I felt when I first saw the lake and the snow peak.”
