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The good people who regularly visit this place do so in order to see my art. Because they do not arrive to read about the mundane minutiae of my life, I'll be sparing them the details of my time away. But I must make mention of one particularly momentous occasion: I saw a Van Eyck! In all my years of slouching in a desk in art history classes, no artist moved me more than this Netherlandish genius. As I approached the painting a shivery sensation ran down my back. As I walked away my legs were unsteady. As the hours passed I pondered whether I should personally pursue my own art any further, but then figured, what the heck, why not!

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I have had that feeling once myself, too. It was not one of the greats that I studied in art history for so many years, but a current Southwestern Indian artist (which normally is not my style). It was the original artwork of Charles Frizzell, "All My Relations". It was huge, and beautiful, and it sucked me inside. I couldn't move. As I was about 18 at the time, I of course couldn't afford it, yet, I stood there trying to think of how I could pay for it. Just as I was thinking, "yeah, I'll just get a bunch of credit cards and max them out to come up with the total", my dad noticing my predicament, put his hand on my shoulder and gently talked me down. He bought me a poster print of which I still have. Of course, it's not as great as the real thing, but it does remind me of that experience. I wish that everyone could have that experience at least once in their lifetime. Kudos to you - hold onto that forever. :)