One of the things I most admire about man, is his ability to create art – his penchant for creativity. Art is, of course, a loose term, as anyone who has visited a modern gallery knows. One man’s junk will always be another man’s treasure. A piece of art will always be undervalued to one and overpriced to another. But that’s not really the point, at least as I see it.
For me, the point is to discover what I consider to be art, to stumble upon a work and to declare it, by my fiat alone, some thing of genius. In the world of architecture, I throw that label on Santiago Calatrava, whose sweeping shapes and arcs on the Milwaukee Art Museum take the viewer from one work of art into another.
In the world of literature, I favor From Paris to the Moon, a work of non-fiction that captures …
