I nearly miss it in my hurry to find the Michelangelo exhibition. Brisk steps through the ornate hallway of European paintings are fixed on the destination and I almost keep my gaze forward-only. But a force greater than me, something so strong I nearly feel its fingers on my shoulder, pulls me leftward, taking control of my eyes and causing me to stop dead in my tracks.

This is for my people who get hung up on the word “design” because it’s so often heard in the context of interiors or spatial layouts. The word is so much broader— and better— than that.