She was always interested in arts and was great at them - though she took it more as a hobby than a way to live - and once studied medicine as well. The Anatomy for The Artist was precious to my mother. They frequently left books they wanted me to read lying around in the kitchen or on in the toilet instead of telling me I should read them they knew I could never resist. They trusted me with their books, I trusted their judgement. I must have been in my early teens, my mother normally kept the book out of reach and that was about the time when I was finally allowed to access the entire library in my parents' room - though I would always ask if they think I should read this or the other.
The first time I ever saw a reference book of anatomy for the artists it was at home.
