FIELD NOTES
Someone recently commented that our art collection is like a really great cocktail party. Whether this was intended as a compliment or a slight, I took it as high praise. Aren’t the best parties informative and inspiring, soulful and sinful and somewhat surprising? Guests cluster in unexpected combinations loosely linked by a shared sensibility that has more to do with a zest for life than the cause du jour. Nothing too overtly deliberate or contrived. If what my husband, Steven, and I have amassed over the past 25 years feels anything like a spirited cocktail party, I’ll drink to that.
Whatever the so-called collection is about, it is, for the most part, unguided by
