In the oversized books on the library shelves I discovered a world of human vision. These were eye opening to a girl from a small midwestern town were the acceptable art were calendars with paintings by Norman Rockwell or the overly pious religious art behind the pulpit on Sunday.
Suddenly the human form was a thing of beauty, exotic locales became real, and a realization that humans had in the earliest moments sought to describe their inner thoughts in line, color, and shading.
In that process came an expansion of my world and a realization that maybe there was something beyond the boundaries of the town where I lived. The two dimensional limits of the life I knew began to develop depth and sutbtle shades of new meaning.
All because, a large book on a little used shelf caught my eye and I opened its covers to discover the world.