And feeling as though she is forcing a sort of disconnection when she at last pulls herself away, she vows to remember the piece—to carry it with her in the recesses of her heart. And she does. The work never again appears to her as an ordinary piece of art, but as part of her own collection.
I love the idea of each eternal soul that has the capacity to collect and curate our own personal collection of art. What other creature holds a place for remembering the beautiful? While we humans share in this journey of collecting, we each are moved to select different pieces. Visions that uniquely speak to the individual and says to something to them, while simultaneously saying something about them.
