I once saw a painting called Contemplation on Emptiness, and it fulfilled me. It was so insanely gorgeous — the colors, the subject, the pure grace of the piece — that my soul was rocked. Unfortunately, buying it would also rock my bank account. I fought the urge. I battled my internal voice. And then, well, I snuck it into our family’s budget, and I bought it.
Very sneaky on my part.
About 24 hours after the painting arrived, I sent the artist, Quang Ho, a note, thanking him for the joy he brought me.
