What a spiritual way to spend a Sunday morning: admiring fine art in person. The UMFA was filled with a rare collection of procrastinators today, the very last day of the Monet to Picasso exhibit, and my parents, Trajan, Golda, Ruby and I were among them. I had goosebumps the entire time. I had forgotten what it was like to stand two feet away from works of art like Picasso's La Vie and that painting by Van Gogh of the two poplar trees. Van Gogh used so much paint! No wonder he was always destitute, spending all his centimes on oil paints!

I posted these three paintings because Angela had them on her blog, and I stole them. Thanks, Ang! They do happen to be among my favorites. I love Modigliani. I think I loved the Picassos more than anything. I admired his early works for their realism, his later works for their raw emotion, and the Cubist paintings for their innovation. Although I still haven't fully figured out how to look at a Cubist painting.

I'm so lucky to have been uplifted like this today. The infinite possibilities that each human spirit holds are a true testament to Divinity. Thanks to Pablo and Vincent and Claude and Amedeo for their remarkable genius.