It is said that the bubble is the most beautiful place from which to view all the things – indeed I mean to say all the things which can be seen and appreciated and imbibed and digested for their unadulterated aesthetic value. From inside the bubble color is more vibrant; the visible spectrum of light more expansive, the Photoshop features indefinitely switched to “on.” Shapes and contours are infinitely negotiable. The vantage point is always the best one. The viewer’s seat is fixed at the center of the first row. And so on.

To go inside the bubble is to view the world in all its splendor – this is uncontroversial enough. But so too does the bubble serve as a masterful escape, a way to seal ourselves from the harsher light and more monochrome tones that envelope our senses daily. It is a chance to float to more distant landscapes where grass is, quite literally then, more green.

Thought of this way the bubble is less a portal to beauty than a somber rejection of our less pleasant reality. But it shouldn’t be. Because there’s a third truth to the bubble.

To go inside the bubble is at once an opportunity to be inspired. It is to be transported, or transcended, or simply jolted, by the range of beauty existent in the world outside our own, and to be offered a powerful reminder that we can achieve this same beauty in the quotidian world we occupy outside the bubble. And so to achieve beauty without, inquire within: inside the bubble.