Frames are boundaries for our eyes. They’re not really necessary, but they provide a visual starting and stopping point, whether they surround pictures or certificates, widows or doors. Within their borders, there is light, action, excitement, something that we desperately need to see.

Without frames, everything rather melts together. Our eyes have difficulty determining where one item ends and another begins without the aid of some barrier. We lose focus and definition.

What happens when one steps in front of those frames, though, is something altogether different, for then, one becomes a part of the picture. When we stop merely viewing art and become a participant, life takes on a whole new meaning.