When I was a kid, I used to love going to the art museum. There were so many interesting things to look at, and I would spend hours and hours going over every artwork in detail. Not only would I study the art work, but I would also read the biographical information and try to memorize it. I don't know why I did this – probably a child's inability to tell the imported from the unimportant. What I do remember best about the museums was the painted portraits. The oil painting portrait gallery – the one with all of the
