In 8th grade, our entire class took a week long trip to Washington, DC. One of the first stops on our tour was the National Gallery Art, which today remains one of favorite museums. As we offloaded from two charter buses our professors handed out note cards that included the names of well-known artists housed in the museum - which we were to locate during our visit. As I received my card I remember being told, "I think you're going to like this guy." The card read: Georges Seurat. Not quite a prodigious art historian at the time, I didn't recognize the name. I tracked down a small seascape by the artist later that afternoon, tucked in the corner of a small, unoccupied corridor. I recall the piece as nothing spectacular, but to this day any Seurat piece brings me back to that afternoon.
Which brings me to my latest: