Before she married Herb, and long before the art she purchased with him became a sensation, Dorothy Vogel was a library science student, working to earn her masters at Denver University.
When I spoke to her about her life of collecting as part of our Fall Arts Preview, I was eager to hear about her brief interlude out West. Like any local, I'm always willing to hear opinions about my home, so at the end of our interview I asked about her memories of Colorado.
Her soft voice brightened as she talked of her time studying, going to parties, and traveling around the state. With classmates, she visited Red Rocks Amphitheatre, Garden of the Gods and Pikes Peak, as well as a bar in a mining town near Denver that had a face painted into the floor, which particularly captivated her. When she couldn't recall that town's name, she made me rattle off names until we both gave up. (It was Central City, I learned later.)
What Dorothy does remember distinctly: "I loved living in Denver. That whole year was wonderful."
That was 1958. Within five years, she would meet and marry Herb and, with him, buy a miniature sculpture made of crumpled metal. It was the very first piece of what grew to be one of the most storied art collections of the 20th century.