Roaming the many galleries and halls of the Detroit Institute of art I found myself overwhelmed at the sheer number of paintings and styles. I thought to myself that I wouldn’t be able to select just one piece to focus on. I held that thought as I passed by the self portrait of Vincent van Gogh and the Elenor of Toledo and countless more. With nothing really speaking to me in the way I would have hoped, I began to think I would have to settle. Rounding a corner found myself in the American landscape gallery. Immediately I was awestruck by not only the size of many of them but the detail as well. I then found myself focusing on one piece in particular. I was inthralled by the painting so much that only after a long while did I look and see the
