Sometimes there is a clear path we march along, our heads held high, our goal in sight. But more often we are led down the abstract way where the twists and turns are so jagged that we can't see our way forward. We keep moving along because we have no choice…that is what life asks of us.

As we take each step our journey is fueled by the hope that the answers we seek are up ahead…just around the bend of the abstract way.

Chapter 3-Joan Miro

The current exhibit: Paris and the Avant-Garde Modern Masters from the Guggenheim Collection, is right up my alley. I take the elevator to the top and start the corkscrew descent that defines Frank Lloyd Wright's unique design for the museum. The exhibit is heady stuff, Chagall, Gris, Picasso, Braque, and my favorite Joan Miró. I am delighted with Miró's Carnival of Harlequin, where the whimsical shapes create a surrealist party and I get lost in the little world. I take my time in front of each painting, savoring the experience of seeing the works of art that I have studied in books come to life in front of me.