I love art. I love the reasons for art… could be world history, could be sensory perception, could be hormones! I’m open. I hear about a subject and I can somehow see a thread of art history gleaming in and being woven into the fabric of the story. Life’s lesson is coming in through the ear, and yet my eye goes into a Rapunzel’s spinning wheel working overtime… coming up with the golden thread and is very pleasing to me at least!Yet my good friend Pam,sitting right next to me, gets lost… glassy eyed when I start recounting with joy what I think… I can tell the posture slumps, the…