Here is the story of my life, insofar as it applies to my work. I was born in Cleveland, Ohio in 1919, a very long time ago. My father, the son and namesake of portrait and landscape painter, Joseph Oriel Eaton (d. 1875 when Father was three years old), used to take us children (I was the youngest of eight) to museums both in Cleveland and wherever we might travel. When I was nine my parents took my sisters, Peggy and Martha, and me to Florence for a stay at a cousin’s villa. (Villa Curonia) Of course they took us to all the museums and churches and palaces. We knew the Uffizi as well as...more
