In 1984, on a trip to Paris, I visited the Pompidou Center and roamed the high-tech structure with exposed colored pipes, high wide walls of plexiglass, and a vaguely alienating environment hung strewn with modern art and sculpture.
Near the end of my stay, a bit tired from a full day of walking around Paris, I turned a corner and, alone in an enclosed alcove I saw this painting. I swear, I exhaled deeply, an expression of surprise, delight and awe. When I look at reproductions of the painting today I feel nothing. But my memory remains and is one of those peak experiences that defines my life. Do others have these experiences where an intellectual and emotional event is manifested physically? Wilhelm Reich and his disciples would surely say yes. I am unfamiliar with the literature about the psychology of art but I suspect, like with music, the emotional impact of beauty and form is, if not universal, a common human experience. Have you had such an experience?
This one got to me too