Every time I see Giacometti’s sketches it makes me feel as if everything is connected, that there are some threads that tie us all together. Chairs are connected to the floor on which they are placed, but are also in some way connected by lines and threads to the ceilings and to the walls. Maybe there are dust motes we can climb? A bad mood caused by a small incident or comment from another can cause us to view other seemingly benign incidents in a very negative way. Or the hint of a smile can brighten our whole day.