Residing in Los Angeles for almost 30 years, I had visited Palm Springs three times. I hiked in nearby canyons and mountains, shopped a bit, dined, and swam and played tennis at resorts. Palm Springs was known to me as a desert respite, not a cultural draw. The fine arts required searching. Exclusive galleries catering to the local moneyed crowd of retirees and celebrities were under the radar and spread out. They needed to be mined like jewels of flora and fauna that hid under the sand or in shaded patches to survive the desert extremes.