I’m watching Barbra Streisand on PBS in her Back to Brooklyn concert. The first time I heard her voice was in 1968 when the movie Funny Girl came out. I was enthralled, though I wouldn’t have known that word as an eight-year-old. Since then I’ve been a fan, attending her movies, and watching her tv specials. I only had the opportunity to see her in-person once when she came back to Brooklyn in 2016. It was magical.
This week I had the great privilege of attending a performance of the Alvin Ailey Dance Company at City Center. It’s been a while since I saw them last. The powerful bodies dancing with strength and beauty is a sight to behold.
The arts are essential. Not only do they transform us to higher heights, but they expand our sense of self and the world. I’ve been on a high this week after attending the dance performance. And now, to listen to Barbra’s voice, I am in awe.
There were a number of boring afternoons in elementary school when we went on field trips to the Philadelphia Museum. However it piqued my curiosity about the artwork that spoke to me, like Rodin’s The Thinker, and Van Gogh’s Sunflowers. Since then I’m an avid museum and gallery goer.
I’m so grateful to live in one of the best cities in the world, especially when it comes to the arts. I still get excited to attend the theater, enter a gallery, or see live music. I believe that the eight-year-old in me finds her joy when I take…