My earliest memory of art is sitting at our kitchen table at about the age of 6 and drawing the scenery outside the picture window in front of me. As a child drawing, crafting, writing, singing anything that meant freedom from the mundane, I was all for. After hearing many times from different sources that there was already enough of that, I tried to be someone else.
Time passed and things never quite worked out. After a slew of health issues and many lost years I’ve decided to go back to what made me happy. I hope you enjoy the fruits of my baby steps toward the true me and the love they hold within their forms. Ronda♥
- Joined August 28, 2010