The object I choose was Alexandre Cabanel’s L’Ange Dechu. While I was never driven by longing the first time I saw it, I felt filled with a certain understanding. When I was younger I didn’t grow up in the best environment. The nights were always chaotic and if I could compare it to anything I would say it was the domestic equivalent of a warzone. I found myself more angry than anything. Words would always fall out of my mouth dripping with vitriol. Everything inside hurt, and it was worse being a teenager. Yet when I saw this piece it sparked something in me. You have the subject of this painting, seething with a quiet anger. They aren’t wielding a weapon. They aren’t yelling and yet you can feel it. I believed that that is what made the painting so powerful to me. It moved me to really learn to sit with my anger and not let it define me. It taught me that it was okay to feel it. It taught me that I didn’t have to lash out to feel it. I suppose that’s why I always found it beautiful.