Art should make eye contact. It should be present. It should grab you, tug on your curiosity, capture your imagination.

While at first you may notice a color, or playful gesture, even a bold juxtaposition of forms, once you really begin to look, to really see what it’s about, you should find yourself paused, held—perhaps even slightly flustered as you ask yourself; is this about me? Am I on display? Who can resist a sly sideways glance, just a quick peek, when walking past a mirror? Especially in this age of selfies, can anyone resist the temptation of seeing their own reflection?