I started writing one thing but found it had no legs what-so-ever. So, I thought about what makes me happy and away I went.
I didn't discover the LA artist Wayne Thiebaud until college, luckily early in college, via the Art Conservation Club. We took a trip to DC for the sole purpose of gallery hopping. I'm not sure if it was coincidental or had a reason,but three different galleries had works by Thiebaud: The Corcoran, The Phillips Collection and another one I can't recall to save my life. Funny thing is, I almost didn't go on the trip due to the "narrow scope" of seeking out only this one artist's work that I've never seen and didn't know a thing about.
Thankfully some divine intervention put me in the van on its way to DC, the lone male (someone had to be) and lone freshman. The only thing I had to go on of what to expect was the president of the club's description, "he painted what he loved and what made him happy". So as long as what made him happy wasn't a pile of poo, it couldn't be too bad.
1985 Wendell Castle
Smithsonian American Art Museum