I always owned prints of paintings, but never a painting itself. But the thought that those dimensional oil paint swaths on a canvas came from one exact moment in time over 100 years ago when the artist stood there with a blank canvas, pouring their heart into create art... the thought felt like night-before-Disneyland-trip excitement that connected me to the artist. I completely geeked out. Like, no shame, full geek out.

I just didn’t expect that a casual search for antiques would lead me to rediscovering a Munich artist couple and that I would research and uncover their lifes' stories across through two World Wars.