Why...

It was around 2017, I was in NYC and ventured into the MET.  Despite my appreciation and enthrallment with Art and the process that destines to a final piece, I’m not a Museum enthusiast.  I visit, but I don’t spend all day.  I’m usually in and out in under two hours.  I don’t rush, yet I keep it moving, stopping in front of what holds my interest,

only sometimes skimming the placard descriptions.

She was a different story.
I found her in what probably has a more formal name, yet I would call the Food Court.  A massive atrium with a full glass ceiling pouring light into the hall.  A gathering spot for the METs collection of grand marble statues along with the hordes of patrons famished in line or already feasting at one of the cafes or kiosks outlining the perimeter.

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I stood before her and stared. 
I walked around her to gawk at all her angles. 
I forgot I was hungry.
Yet, I knew I wanted whatever she had.

Even today, looking at the only picture I have of Her, She gets me. 
My throat swells and I feel some sort of crescendo inside.
She’s a spectacle,
and I beg to believe she's oblivious to her Beauty. 
Utterly in Her splendor,
enraptured by something that moved Her. 
An emotion, a sense, a longing, a dream. 
Whatever the source,
I’m certain there isn’t an adequate name for it, 

Maybe a guttural sound to insinuate or as she chose, 

A gesture, an attempt to convey the unspeakable.

I could have stayed with Her all day, the main attraction in the city worth seeing. 

Soon after, I intentionally pursued Figure Modeling. 
I knew I couldn’t look like Her. 
That would be nearly an impossible pose to hold for more than a minute, and a grape vine
in this day and age harder to come by.
However, I was familiar with feeling things that had no words or witness. 

An array of senses that I wanted to hold for more than fleeting moments. 
The model stand became my stage to get to know Her and myself more.
What lived within, previously out of reach, and while sitting still was drawn closer. 

In a way, I did become Her. 
The one in the center of the room, enthralled by an unfolding within when given space to fill. 
People around staring, not to passively consume but to eagerly render the moment in time.
God it was Good. 

As Creation Is.

If you feel Her too, 

I implore you let yourself Be,