The sitter approaches the chair and sits, gazingat the woman directly across the table separating them. There’s a pause as the woman senses that the sitter is there, in the chair. Then the woman lifts her head, opens her eyes and stares directly at the sitter. And at that moment … what? The subtle yet powerful expressions that course through artist Marina Abramovic’s face are near impossible to describe. Warmth, yes. Empathy, surely. But overwhelmingly, just presence. For those moments, the sitter is with Abramovic only. They are present, and there is no one else in the world. “Only connect,” […]