The Space Between | A Preface
Why some objects stop you. Why others don’t. And what lives in the space between.
I cried the first time I saw the Winged Victory of Samothrace.
I had seen photographs - everyone has. I thought I knew her. I didn’t. Nothing prepared me for the moment I rounded the corner and looked up at the top of the Daru staircase. She fills the space in front of you…headless, armless, magnificent. My heart pounded. Tears flowed.
Around me, people kept walking.
Later, I watched strangers weep in front of the Mona Lisa. I stood there, for quite a long while and felt nothing. Respect, yes. Recognition and admiration, absolutely. But I wasn’t having the same reaction others were.
We were all in the same museum on the same afternoon in front of two of the most celebrated objects in human history. And we were all having completely different experiences.
That’s what this series is about.
Not crystals, exactly. Not art history. Not decorating. The thing that happens, or doesn’t, in the space between an object and the person standing in front of it.
Why certain things stop some people and not others. Why a room with the right object feels resolved and a room without it keeps asking a question it can’t name.
Why a designer can walk into a space and feel immediately what’s missing, even before they know what needs fixing.
I’ve spent decades in luxury retail and now I handle minerals and stones. I’ve watched people stop in front of objects the way I stopped in front of the Victory her that day in the Louvre, breath caught, something shifting. I’ve also watched people walk past those same objects without a flicker.
The object doesn’t do it alone. You don’t do it alone. The interesting part lives in the space between.
That’s where we’re going.




I love this so much!
I have never wanted to go to a museum more than right now, after reading your essay. I want to be pulled into a piece, to observe others as they are pulled or shepherded in the same or a different direction.
Unfortunately I’m heading to
A conference for the day so I can’t make it to a museum but I know I will encounter art today.
I’m grateful that art is everywhere. Art is outside every window, on every street and stream, speckled throughout the moments that make up our days and the conferences we are about to attend.
There is also so much heartbreakingly beautiful art here on Substack. Thank you for sharing your art with all of us.