It's in the blood.
I grew up in a family which placed a high value on cultural content. The walls of our home were adorned with prints of master works & a library was an accepted sign of intelligence and class. Not class as in money, there was little of that, but class as in elegance & style. I intuitively knew these were things to pay attention to, but I admit I never understood the meaning of the prints on our walls. The copies left me cold. It wasn't until I was older and ventured into museums on my own that I finally understood. A print only serves as a reminder of that intangible bliss experienced when one is in the presence of greatness. I hope I am passing this legacy on to my son. For me there is no greater gift...it is an extension of love. Lange & Miro- both magicians in my eyes.