David outside the Rockefeller home in Seal Harbor, Maine, in the mid-1920s with his mother, Abby, who imparted to him her life-long love of art
Mother and I had an easy relationship. We enjoyed many of the same things. One of my strongest memories is her love of art and how she subtly and patiently conveyed it to me. Beautiful objects came alive in her hands, as if her appreciation provided them with special aura of beauty. The longer she looked at a painting, the more she would find in it, as if by some magic she had opened new depths, new dimensions not accessible to ordinary people.
David Rockefeller. Memoirs
Photo by Lubosh Stepanek