They say to be an artist you need to have a strong desire not to wake up early. I have found that I definitely qualify :)
My earliest memories are of hearing trains clacking and their whistles blowing as they roared by. In the 1950's my dad worked building tracks for the railroad. We lived and traveled in a boxcar and had no electricity. Our entertainment was art, singing, dancing and puppet shows. I remember staying up late watching my dad paint by kerosene lamp light. He would let me paint with him. While my dad and the other men went off to work. My mom, my pet deer and I would go for long walks in the country and would pick up stones, rusty things and whatever else that might catch our eyes. We would bring them home and make beautiful things. It was a wonderful gypsy lifestyle.
I have spent many years drawing and painting, and this has brought me much enjoyment…
- Joined May 24, 2008