since childhood i have been captivated by the dutch masters, not only because we were suggested to see ourselves as lucky heirs of a dutch colony, or the fact that our money bore the face of a dutch governor, but simply because my mother had so many prints from the golden age of the dutch spangled about the walls… my previous visits to amsterdam were marked by staring over museumplein and wondering, anticipating when the rijksmuseum and it’s treasured works will be accessible to me again. don’t take me for a frantic museum addict, but i must love it enough to spend so much time in a non-smoking environment. it has now been 10 years since the museum had closed - an unusually dry decade for the dutch cultural heritage; i am almost too excited to imagine seeing it for the first time and although the rijks had lived in the shadow of many other great museums in europe, my connection to it remains highly emotional…