Nothing about Dorothy and Herbert Vogel says major art collectors. Not their heritage, nor their jobs, their money, their style or even their height.
Born of working-class parents -- her father sold stationery, his was a tailor, both moms were homemakers -- they grew up with modest expectations and took ordinary jobs.
He was a postal clerk, she a Brooklyn librarian. He deliberately clashed his clothes, topping plaid pants with a favorite houndstooth jacket and boldly checked shirt. They kept cats. Lots and lots of cats, and turtles, and fish. Each scraped in at barely 5 feet, short enough to be condescended to by pretty much any of the svelte swans fluttering at the front desks of Soho art galleries.
Such liabilities aside, Dorothy and Herb were -- and are -- big players in the rarefied, often snooty art world. In 1992, when they decided to turn their collection over to the National Gallery of Art, it took five trucks to haul it to Washington, D.C. That was 2,400 drawings, sculptures and paintings by 20th-century modernists from Christo and Donald Judd to Sol LeWitt and Andy Warhol that they crammed into a dinky one-bedroom apartment.
Even after divesting, they went right on buying art. Their collection now tops 4,000 pieces, too much even for the National Gallery.
Last year, with help from the Washington museum, they launched a national program, "Fifty Works for Fifty States," in which one museum in every state will get 50 pieces of art from their collection.
In Minnesota they picked the Weisman Art Museum at the University of Minnesota, a modernist institution best known for a complementary collection of early 20th-century American art.
"I thought it was really wild and wonderful that these people who live very modest lives and wouldn't appear to fit into the New York art scene devoted their lives to making this collection," said Weisman director Lyndel King. "It confirmed for me that you can devote your life to art and you don't have to have money."