If meditation is the act of being present, of feeling the body, fully experiencing the senses, then what better way of meditating than experiencing art.
This piece by Rhea Cutillo at Local 123, a small coffee shop in Berkeley, California caught my eye; well actually, it stopped me dead in my tracks, sucked me in and dropped me off seconds later. In the artist statement, a line described her perfectly "There are places where time ceases to exist, where it is after the end but before the beginning. It is vulnerability but possibility. It is a loss, and a gain, of self."
A pretty good description of what meditation can feel like for some.