In the 1960s, while attending an all-girl’s boarding school called Ferry Hall—this was just outside Chicago—Kyle Staver had a transformative encounter with a teacher named Mrs. Moses. One day the woman said to her pupil, “I know what’s wrong with you. You’re an artist.” And young Kyle responded, “Who me?!” The teacher could tell that her assertion warranted additional context. “It’s okay,” said Mrs Moses. “Art is a whole world.”