Alexander Calder, the artist whose focus was always on movement, drove me mad three years ago in Denmark.  I danced in the rain with a mobile of his in the Lousiana museum, and realized for the first time in many years that I was free.  Today in the Tel Aviv Museum, newly reopened after the war, that sense of freedom was renewed.  The exhibit has been there for months, I think, but we kept delaying our plans to go there because of the crowds, or grandchildren, or because there was a war.   

Freedom, freedom of movement enables freedom of  thought, and freedom of thought enables the ability to transcend borders. 

It was one time I wasn’t embarassed at enjoying myself even though there was a restaurant full of frowning Danes watching me.  I think it helped to allow me to feel across borders.  But maybe not.  See my next post