Quiet moments with art.
One year ago, I spent a few days in Cincinnati, Ohio to be with my grandmother, who at 99 years young, was ready to leave this earthly life. While most of those moments were spent by her side, holding her hand, encouraging her, talking of wonderful memories (I’d like to believe she heard me), I was also able to spend a few quiet hours at the Cincinnati Art Museum.

Art has always soothed me and in that moment, as it seemed much was falling apart, the art and the beauty of that space anchored me. I had visited the museum many times when I lived there over a decade ago. It’s a place where I feel a quiet reverence; the cool marble, the colorful art, the whispered respect in the presence of immense beauty – returning there was incredibly healing.

Those few days will forever be etched in my mind, the bittersweet beauty of the spring morning – knowing I was saying my final goodbyes, the sadness of watching my grandmother fade, the feeling of walking through the beloved museum – its sacred solemnness enveloping me as I explored the galleries dazed and heartsick. I am forever grateful that I was able to take that trip, to spend those last moments with her and to lean into the sorrow, experiencing it fully.

Finding an anchor – discovering the places and experiences that soothe your soul – is an often overlooked gift. Enjoying quiet moments with art, in the midst of the sadness of those few days in late March, when my world shifted forever, made them even more memorable.

I was fortunate to see a unique exhibit on Georgia O’Keeffe focused on her photography while at the Cincinnati Art Museum.