When you come from a maternal line of artists, and when your own visual art skills are amateurish at best, then you take a lot of art classes. Perspective is one of the hardest skills to master, both inside and out of the studio. That you could become both present and absent enough to see the panorama, the scope, the eventual unfolding of possibilities and accept, with very little angst, that it could all shift, well. That’s a skill belonging to the master.
We could learn a lot from the artists–the ability to accept what’s there, capture it through some lens of beauty, of spectacle, of consequence, all while depending on it to change is what makes the capturing of this ephemeral moment so magical, so timeless.