When I was seven years old, this photograph was taken of me mimicking the pose of a dea ballerina. I didn't know the term French modernism. I didn't know anything about impressionism. I just knew that I wanted to step into her pose because I wanted to feel her balance, her power, her grace. Because I was curious about her life. I wondered who trained her, what was expected of her. Today, we might call that kinesthetic empathy. But back then I didn't know there was a term for what I was doing. And then years ...