My paternal grandmother was an art and antique dealer. Although as I recall, much of her collecting was done for herself and us, of course. Her family. She did do some business, but every time she went out on behalf of a client she would end up adding to her own collections. Or my parents. Or mine. She started putting stuff away for me when I was just a child.
She took me to my first auction when I was about thirteen or fourteen years old. She taught me how to bid. And when to back off. I still have a small painting I got at that auction. It was a long time ago, but I still remember how excited I was.
It turned out she passed her love of beautiful things on to my father. And he, in turn, passed it on to me. In fact, a lot of the time he and I spent together revolved around shopping and collecting and decorating my apartments. Continue reading