The first time I understood the power of art was in the Musée de l'Orangerie in Paris. I entered the museum a self-conscious and emotionally-guarded 23 year-old... But - on seeing Monet’s room-scale Nymphéas, on REALLY seeing them, I sat, then wept. People stared, I didn’t care. Someone laughed, I didn’t care. About an hour passed, I didn’t care. My world had changed. Part of my soul had ignited and burns to this day.
