Song of the Open Road

Young Woman with a Violin by Orazio Gentileschi of the Detroit Institute of Arts

Oh, January! You open new roads before us, lead us forth into familiar and unknown paths. Heavenly bodies shift above us. The scent and chill of winter’s wind call us to rest and read by a fire—to bundle up and venture out in Earth’s frozen season.
Cherish what we have while we’re healthy. For everything has a life span.
In his poem Song of the Open Road, Walt Whitman says, “I whimper no more, postpone no more.” He’s “done with indoor complaints and querulous criticisms.”
In this spirit, I drove south on I75 to volunteer in Gallery Service for the Detroit Institute of Arts. No backups from crashes. An open road relaxes the human mind and spirit.
I walked into an uproarious volunteer room and hugged my Art Buddy, Carol. I recognized a few other folk from previous volunteer shifts. Carol and I soon learned the regular Wednesday morning group is a band of retirees who share a common definition of fun. Art, food, and friendship.
“Would you like to join us for lunch afterward in the cafĂ©?” one of the volunteers asked. “We’ll be discussing a book.”
Carol and I regretfully declined. We had a luncheon date in Kresge Court to celebrate our postponed Christmas and discuss our November book pick.
“Some other time,” our fellow volunteer said. “We’re here every Wednesday morning.”
Thankfully, our shift captain assigned Carol and me to European Art. We walked through quiet galleries for hours, circling past the little chapel and our favorite spiral staircase in the Medieval Gallery.  
If once, we stepped ten times into the spacious hall where the Young Woman With a Violin looks upward, mouth parted. She listens, bow resting on a shoulder.
“This painting rekindles my desire to learn the violin,” Carol said.
I nodded. It’s as if the Young Woman with the Violin heard Carol and replied with inspiration.
We strolled to the opposite side of the gallery to the grisly Judith and Maidservant with the Head of Holofernes. The candlelit drama of this Biblical story is stunning.
At the end of our shift, Carol and I met our captain in the spine leading to the beautiful Wisteria Gates. A visitor inquired about a painting by Artemisia. Our captain hailed Bill, one of the Wednesday morning team who walked toward us. “Bill will help you,” our captain said.
We followed Bill to Judith and Maidservant with the Head of Holofernes. He pointed to the wall plaque identifying the painting. “Artemisia Gentileschi is the artist,” he said. He led us to the Young Woman with a Violin and read the name of the artist. “Orazio Gentileschi, now that’s a name to be proud of,” Bill quipped. “He was Artemisia’s father. Legend has it he used Artemisia as his model for the painting.”
Carol and I stood in the afterglow of our art lesson, Artemisia’s violin resounding in our souls. What a privilege to follow the song of the open road that leads to the DIA.