Last week I went to visit the Morgan Library. They have a new exhibit titled Drawn to Greatness, which showcases the collection of Eugene V. Thaw. Every time I visit a collection of this sort I start this think about what I collect.
I have art all around me. Above my couch are five 19th century etching my great-grandfather purchased. The central one being by Seymour Haden titled A Sunset in Ireland considered the artist's masterpiece.
I also have the first print my mother ever purchased, a drawing of my grandfather's home in Italy, and then there is a wall of pieces I purchased recently.
When I look at them, however, I don't see much, or I don't feel much. They are discombabulated. The thread that runs through them is lacking.
The one print that hangs on the wall is by Diana Scultori title Menelaus holding the body of Petroclus while a battle rages around them. The first female artist to sign her prints, Scultori grew up in a printmaker family and even Vasari noted she was a supremely better engraver than her brothers.
The more I muse about what I want to collect the more I think I would like that print to be the center of it all. So right now I am keeping my eye out for more female artists to add to round out my collection, and hopefully someday give them the attention they deserve.