What was the first piece of art that really mattered to you?
When I was a child, I lived in a Victorian house with a high-walled stone yard that never really got much light. I was standing in the yard one day, looking up at the sky, which was contained as a perfect blue square by the perimeter of the walls. Seconds later, a high altitude aircraft entered the blue square precisely at a corner and I watched it slowly make a diagonal white line to exactly the opposite corner and then it disappeared. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
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