All in the Family was intellectual; it was art.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Art was a way of life in my family. My grandfather, N.C. Wyeth, who died a year before I was born, had been a prominent painter. So was my father, Andrew. My two aunts and two of my uncles also earned a living as painters.
I got to grow up in an incredibly artistic family.
I grew up in Rome, in actually what I would say was a liberal, open-minded family. My father was an architect and my mother was a teacher of art history, so it was sort of intellectual, and maybe a bit much for me when I was a child.
That's something lacking in a lot of modern-day families - just talking. It's almost a lost art form.
The study of music was a family interest.
My father was a classic intellectual. From him I learned devotion, and I also learned about the life of the mind.
My mother and father were interested in the arts.
Our family life was certainly not intellectual.
I was exposed to the arts, but there was no one in my family who was an artist.
Every successful artist comes from a family - parents or siblings or both - who, although equally gifted, chose not to pursue the treacherous and difficult path of the artist.