At 6 A.M. My Daughter Texted Me About the Money She Took and Said She Was Gone for Good

Gallery in Florence for an hour in front of Botticelli’s Birth of Venus. I have no formal education in art, and I cannot tell you whether my reaction to that painting was sophisticated or naive, only that something about the figure emerging from the water met me where I was in a way I felt in my chest rather than my mind. Reborn. Complete in herself.continue reading …