The Personal Pantheon

It does not take long to discern the greats from the goods, as the truly great irk my front lobe—revealing those rare moments when art moves beyond admiration into something transcendent, humbling both creator and viewer. They pry and plead with my mind as to why I have not created something so intensely beautiful, and then I recognize this jealousy as awe rather than discontent. But it is in the pieces where I am frozen solid, relegated to a pure viewer…