There is a story I am quite fond of about the French painter, Georges Braque.

He would drive through Italy with his wife, Marcelle. In each town and city, he would seek out the museum(s). Braque would pull up to the front of each museum and ask his wife to venture inside and relay if there was anything worth seeing.

Braque would say to his wife...

"Marcelle, you go in and look around and then tell me what's good in there."

I love this story for two reasons.

For one, Braque was in complete and total trust of his partner's artistic tastes. So much so, he made Marcelle his curator. For two, Braque was so terrified of spoiling his eyes, he wouldn't risk looking at "junk".