Wildwood evenings, artsy soul

I've been to every performance at Wildwood Park for the Arts in the last three years and I'll keep going until they stop putting on shows, which hopefully is never. There's something about outdoor theater in the Arkansas twilight that's magic. I'm thirty-one, an interior designer, and about a year ago a relationship with a man who thought my love of art was a phase I'd grow out of ended. Spoiler: it wasn't. I want a man who has an aesthetic sensibility, or at least an appreciation for one — someone who notices when a room feels right, who'd wander a gallery without being dragged, who thinks beauty matters. I'm creative, sensitive, and I can spend an hour choosing a paint color and consider it time well spent. I want someone who sees the world in textures and tones the way I do. Tell me about something beautiful you noticed recently.