People often find it hysterical that art and I were not immediate bedfellows. The thought of me having a full fledged temper tantrum at the MET brings laughter and the occasional snort. It also produces a chorus of shaking heads, the kind that acknowledge the presence of a kindred spirit of sorts.
I'm not sure if it was my art professor, Indiana Jones' doppelganger, or the artworks that made me take a second look—who am I kidding, it was totally my professor! But once I started looking, it was impossible for me to stop. It was art that brought me to London, where I lived, met Maura, studied, and worked for a number of years. And it was my desire to see and understand that took me on an art journey all over the world.
"In art as in love, instinct is enough."
In the years since that first art history class, art has become an enduring love affair that continues to change, evolve and surprise me.l've fallen in love with the Mona Lisa in Paris, The Kiss in Vienna, Language of Stone in Mumbai and many more. I even got engaged at the MET in front of Jackson Pollock, Mark Rothko and Franz Kline. My art journey has been anything but predictable or even well thought out. I haven't always known what I like or even why I like it, but that has also been the fun.