When people ask me how I started collecting art, they usually expect a grand story. The truth is much simpler—and perhaps that’s exactly why it matters.

There was no big vision at the beginning, no ambition to become a collector. It started with a house renovation. We were finishing our home, and the architect suggested that the space would benefit from having a piece of art. Up until that point, my relationship with visual art had been fairly neutral. I wasn’t a collector, nor an expert. I was simply someone furnishing a house.

When people talk about collecting art, they usually focus on the successes—the discoveries, the great acquisitions, the moments when intuition works perfectly. But if I’m being honest, collecting is just as much about mistakes. And some of them are expensive.

Not necessarily in terms of money.

The most expensive mistakes are the ones that teach you something about yourself.