I am so grateful that we have remnants of history. I feel as though by touching the sculptures formed centuries ago, and reading the works of 18th century novelists, and admiring the paintings that were created using dyes we don’t even use anymore, allow us, if even just for a moment, to connect with the artists of many years ao.
It isn’t much, but it feels like we are brushing knuckles through time and space as our paths momentarily cross over the other’s.
Appreciating the artists of many years ago
