In general I feel I pretty much march to the beat of my own drum – I can be rather single minded, almost obsessive at times but I don’t consider myself easily influenced by what others around me are doing. So why did I grab this book instead of a mystery novel today when I headed out to the coffee shop and lunch? I’ll blame Suzanne (she’s also the one who influenced me to explore the digital photography/scrapbooking classes).
I bought this book in September on our trip to NY/DC when we visited the MET and the National Gallery of Art when I realized how little I actually know about art. I have looked at the pretty pictures but until today, hadn’t taken time to READ it.