Museum benches aren’t just for the weary. They’re for the bored and unreceptive, for the artistically indifferent and overwhelmed — for people like me. All my life I visited museums, but I rarely saw anything. I never got into fine art, and it never got into me. Never, that is until a few weeks ago when I visited the John Singer Sargent: Portraits in Praise of Women exhibition at the Fenimore Art Museum in Cooperstown, New York.