At MoMA, it is intriguing that in the same gallery where priceless pieces of Impressionist art demonstrate the beauty of minute brush strokes, there are also pieces with broad brush strokes and unfinished spaces on the canvas. (Maybe its the name on the bottom of the canvas that determines whether a piece hangs in a museum or not.) The difference in style and technique within the same gallery space made me realize there are many ways into beauty. There is subtlety and finesse and there is bold, brash, and even unfinished. I think for too long I’ve tried to paint my life with too much subtlety and finesse, working too hard to get it right. I’m going to embrace bold, broad brush strokes and color and unfinished and see how that goes.