MARY L. RODRIGUEZ
I grew up "staring at the Masters" without fully understanding the effect it would have on my subconscious mind.
I credit my love of art to my father who to my younger undeveloped mind "dragged" me through the Louvre, the Guggenheim, Del Prado and to Toledo to see El Greco's skies. Second, to my mom, who could give you a cole slaw recipe and wax eloquently about Renoir in the same breath.
Art appreciation is a second language in my family.