Sometimes lines do intersect, sometimes they curve alongside each other rather gracefully in parellel formation. Sometimes they merge and gain in thickness and depth. I find grace within the lines of frame and composure, I find them echoing faint human elements as well. Sometimes we create the lines, we control the conjecture, at other times not. The lines of life dance around us, flaunting with freedom and innocence. Intersecting, dividing, encapsulating, emphasizing, and de-emphasizing. There's hope and love within the lines so free as they go about their merry way. Kristina and Michael, architects by profession, have carefully orchestrated the lines surrounding them inside this museum, symphonic at times. They built this shell and have shared in the experience of dancing within it's lines.