Being raised in a small rural town in Montana afforded me limited opportunities to experience the arts – theater, music, ballet, museums. And the fine art I was exposed to fell short of my definition of “real” art. I was in my thirties before I got to visit a museum that housed the classical paintings and sculpture of the European artists I had been longing to see. From that first encounter, my passion blossomed into the lifetime engagement of an armchair art historian.